Saturday afternoon Quicky

Just came back from a Saturday afternoon quicky. I spoke to Robert this morning and asked him to come along to fish for rainbows. An appointment was made and this afternoon we headed out there together.
We both caught fish.

Crazy Rainbows

I've heard people calling it water-sense, the Flow or being in the Zone.
Well today I was in the Zone. Oh yeah...
And because I was in the Zone, I left half of my polyleaders at home, forgot to eat breakfast, nearly stepped on my rod but made it to the water faster then I've ever been.

The weather? Well, wind blowing from various directions, chilly, clouds, sun and rain, heck it sounds like Ireland and it felt like that too.
I am not going to talk about numbers today, but I can tell you that I've had contact with fish on each and every spot were they should be. The Zone didn't let me down...
Every now and then there's a day like this, a strange phenomenon, a mix between consciously planning a scheme and just feel this confidence that it is going to work for sure. The fishing was great. I got some great takes, a fish that straightened my hook and another one that took off with my dropper. Crazy Rainbows! Cool! May the force be with you!

"So you don't..."

"..so you don't want my flies and you don't want my leaders 'cause there not up to your high standards...."
"Chris, you sound like a woman..."
"Oh Rudy, that's because I AM a woman!"

Sun, clouds and rainbows

After a quick visit to one off my local spots to check for Ide, I had to rush to get my car the the garage in time.
I had made an appointment with a friend to go fishing in the afternoon.
Because the Ide weren't really on the move we agreed on visiting a clubwater nearby to try our luck there and see if we could hook up with some of the resident trout.

New kids on the Block

After last weeks poor catches I pulled out the floattube again today and went to the outskirts of a lake not to far away.
I was out with LW, who could do with a bit of fishing after a few months with other obligations. The spot we went to wasn't topnotch scnenery-wise but we had a fair chance of hooking up with a few resident pike.

Battle scars and the first signs off fever

Ever made the best of plans and when you look back, you wonder why almost nothing of it has actually been done. Let me tell you a bit about this week when I really, really wanted to go fishing. With my girlfriend away from home for a few days nothing seemed to stand in the way of a big fish-fest. I had talked a bit about maybe going here or there with some friends but in the end all this was a dead-end street. So I decided to stay at home and really max out my fishing time. Fishing during the day and the evenings would be spend behind the vise, tying like a mad professor.
The reality? Well, you probably get the picture….
But yesterday it was all about to happen. After breakfast I dumped all my gear in the car including my floattube and headed for a nice little lake not too far away. Big pike live there and they’d better be ready for this man on a mission.
After being checked for my permit twice and a bit of off a discussion about how to interpret the regulations I finally got myself into the water. There I was, floating around like a big rubber duck. It had been a bit of a struggle but the scenery, a gasp of fresh air that felt like it only feels in the fall, it had been worth it…. And look, the small depth finder mounted onto my floattube even showed fish and a few nice bumps and holes in the bottom of the lake. Filled with expectations I made the first few casts, but nothing happened. When I had worked this part of the lake for about 15 minutes without anything happening I crossed the lake my streamer trailing some 15 meters behind me, crossing the deep part of the lake. I’ve caught fish paddling like this from one spot to another, so who knows. I might be in luck after all. When I looked at my depthfinder when I was halfway across the lake instead of the 25+ feet I expected to have underneath me, my little digital friend told me it was only 13 feet deep here. Perfect! And it stayed that deep for the rest of the way over to the other side. I must have discovered some kind of narrow ridge, I thought, might be something nice to remember. When I had fished the first half of this side of the lake I was a bit surprised to see another ridge, 13 feet deep followed by a 15 foot hole with a flowerbed in it and two fish I realized I had been playing the depthfinders demo-program nonstop for the last hour or so….
This was an omen and I decided to move to another lake to see if the fish were biting over there and after all of this, luckily they did.

I caught a nice 80+cm fish on my second cast. A few nice German construction workers were very surprised when they found out I was going to release the fish.
When one of them explained how nice a “hecht” is when you cook it on the grill the fish jumped out of my hands back into the water, leaving me behind with some battle scars, because when your fingers touch the gill-covers, you bleed.




After this I caught another, smaller, fish and while I was fighting this one a really BIG pike completely leapt out of the water a few meters away. Off courses I spend some time trying to hook this biggie as well, but without any success. When it got dark I got out of the water with cold feet, a runny nose and the first signs of Big Pike-fever….