Enderby Salmon Art

When you pass through Enderby, British Columbia check out the metal art at the crossroads.

Homeward Bound

Taking Flight

Whilst it isn’t at the waters edge, it certainly represents a scene which so often can be seen at the stream or river side.  I stand and look at the eagle about to leave the nest and at the shoal of metal fish that pass along the edge of the wall. It’s like the fish are sheltering close to a wall hoping for the safety of the sheer face of brick.  Many times I have seen fish in rivers getting close to a deep cut in a bank where there will usually be deep water where they can hide from airborne predators.

The metal bird reminds me of the pleasure to see ospreys circle above my head when I’m fishing. The bird looks down on my hopeful attempts to catch fish.  It starts with interest and then flies away in boredom as I fail to catch in the presence of such an accomplished hunter.  Usually the osprey will retire to a tree nearby and then when I’m not paying attention it will launch itself into the water and come up with a fish.  I have had osprey dive at the water less than 50ft from my boat.  It’s at this point that my pulse flies in to overdrive if I hear the splsah and don’t actually see the bird dive.  Usually the osprey has a fish in it’s talons and it departs for some favourite perch or to a nest out of sight.

Have a look at the Enderby web page and if you have time, stop and browse. Better still visit the town and take in the sights.http://www.enderby.com/

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Shoreham Bridge

Situated near the mouth of the river Adur in West Sussex. The old bridge crossing the river was built in the 18th century and became a great addition to the history and colour of the area. Time and weather had taken its toll on the bridge and a Community Trust was set up in 2001.  After restoration it was officially re-opened on 23rd October 2008 by the Duke of York

 Looking up at the bridge from the airport (western side)

 Shoreham bridge

View downstream

 Shoreham harbour

 I crossed the bridge many times and was always keen to see if the tide was running in or out. For me this was of great importance, as I needed to make my plans for fishing. Others would stand and watch the flow, swans drifting with the current or wooden planks and logs going down with the tide and perhaps back again as the tide came in. Sometimes we would sit on the grass banks and look on with envy at the adults as they prepared their boats for a fishing trip. When the tide went out there were the mudflats to see and collect some bait.  Mud is such glorious stuff, designed for the express purpose of covering young children’s clothes and for sliding and getting generally very mucky. When the mud dried on your clothes you could crack it off and try to remove the stain that remained. The mud also had a distinctive smell which reminded you of the sea that was so very close. The water would flow toward the sea and cause whirlpools when it passed over a rock or obstacle and past a post. Gradually the boats would sink down and settle on the mud. The birds would arrive and wait by the waters edge until the mud flats became exposed then they would dash forward to catch worms or any bugs which had delayed departure. Cars passing in the distance were forgotten and we thought only of how the water moved and the fish we might expect to catch. Dreams would be disturbed by the sound of a small plane as it passed overhead to Shoreham airport and we would turn and watch the landing, then back to the mesmerising flow.  In the distance you can see Shoreham, a wonderful place to explore on foot. If you would like to know more of the bridge then have a look at the council site below. http://www.adur.gov.uk/tourism/old-tollbridge.htm

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Bewl Water.

Note And Photo From :- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Bewl Water.

Bewl Water has the distinction of being in "two" places. If you listen to the news from BBC  Kent, the newsreaders  claim Bewl belongs to them. I suppose the confusion arises because it has a post code which is for Lamberhurst, Kent. However, the reservoir is physically in East Sussex.

Bewl Water

It’s a great place to fish for trout, either from a boat or from the bank. I always hoped that one day they might allow fishing for roach. Perhaps a record might be caught there. Once I had the opportunity to see the huge roach which lie under the trout tanks found out on the water. As the feed was thrown in for the trout, huge shapes would appear from out of the gloom – big roach. They were ‘monsters’. I offered to buy a ticket there and then, but my guide around the water way appologised and told me the ticket was only valid for trout. What a shame. I stood looking at a potential record holder only a short distance away. They might just as well have been miles and an eternity away, they would never be mine. Oh how I wish I had worked for Southern Water in Fisheries, still one can always dream.

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A Lake In West Sussex

Note And Photo From :- Kelowna Trout Angler.

A Lake In West Sussex.

Whilst in England in April, I was invited to fish a small, day-ticket water in West Sussex. It was a pleasent experience to drive through the lanes of my youth and I was surprised at the lack of traffic. Perhaps it was to early or maybe the threat of a shower had made everyone stay indoors.

I had to stop off at a tackle shop in Pulborough as I didn’t have any floats. Somewhat strange considering the amount of tackle purchased over the years. However it was a simple matter to choose a few bodied wagglers and a small tube to protect the purchase. I even bought some maggots, haven’t done that for years. It was to be a relaxing day with an old friend ( not age wise in case he reads this ). We had planned to fish elsewhere, but the day had taken another direction and for two committed game anglers this was to be different.

There was a breeze which had an uncomfortable side in that the air was damp, but it made a change from 3 months  of temperatures down to -30C so there were no complaints. It is always strange to arrive at a new lake or complex and not know where to start. Worse for me as I’m not used to pay as you go fisheries. In British Columbia & Alberta there are probably over 100,000 lakes of over 10 ha and they are all free. Never mind, a fishing trip is always to be enjoyed.

We chose the pool to fish and settled down. T fished in the next swim to me, pitched at the corner of the lake. I’m sure we made the choice through some deep angling knowledge gained from years of experience, but older bones suggest we may have opted for comfort. T lit his customary cigarette and I tackled up the old John Wilson rod.( that dates me ).

Using a 4lb line and one of the new wagglers, the depth was checked. It was like going back years and memories flooded back of early mornings, tackle assembly, grounbait smells and all those essentials that are hard for the non angler to understand. When all was ready I put on the bait, maggot to start with, and cast out to await the action. For some time nothing grabbed the bait so I changed to corn. A few grains were put out for feed, but still no interest. I  must be losing my touch was an obvious remark from T. You must be getting soft with all that fishing on your door step. Two fingers seemed an appropriate gesture.  T came back with the suggestion that I might have more luck if I embraced the past and changed the JW rod for an old cane Kennet Perfection from B James of Ealing. From his bag he pulled an old rod sock which contained just such a rod.

Now, all cane users will understand that this was a definite improvement and the fish would now come dashing to my bait Couldn’t fail. Not quite that easy. I had to get used to slower action and the weight of the rod, but T needed humouring and he was catching fish. In fact the result was strangely positive. The float sailed gracefully out and settled purposefully onto the water, the bait was corn and a few grains were thrown in as encouragement. Disbelief, the float shot under and I had my first fish a Crucian carp. Haven’t seen one of those for years. Throughout the day I continued to catch fish, crucians, bream, roach and even a carp of about 4lb. It seemed like magic, especially when I tried to use my old JW rod and the fish just shunned the bait.

The Kennet Perfection

Kennet Perfection

And here’s the little crucian carp.

Crucian Carp

By lunch time I had amassed a good tally of fish. They were all released as I don’t own a keep net. I travel as light as possible.

Whilst we chatted over tea and sandwiches an angler on the other side of the lake suffered a slight loss. Actually it was possibly expensive. The chap had been fishing with two rods, one leger rod, but the other was a pole. Now all went well for a while, but he hooked a fish on the leger gear and when he went to net the fish he had a bite on the pole tackle. Unfortuneately the pole was sitting loose on the top of his tackle box and balanced on what looked like a large paint roller. We heard the slithering noise as the fish towed a few quids worth of gear into the lake. I expect the fish took it down to show other members of the shoal saying " look what I found lads "

I’m always amazed when this happens and often wonder why we bother to fish with more than one rod. Many old and talented UK anglers have raised such concerns down the years. Some have suggested that we fish better if all concentration and effort are bestowed on one set of gear.  Over the years I tend to lean toward this reasoning.

Well, we fished on into the early afternoon, but the weather became damper and the day started to lose some of it’s urgency so we decided enough was enough, time to head off. As we drove  away we reflected upon the day and compared the experience with days spent on other waters.

I do miss the English countryside and the rivers and lakes of my youth. Anglers understand that there is a distinctive smell and character which greets you as you pass through a gate to get to your fishery and there is an expectation which often fails to be fulfilled but never wains.  Perhaps it dies at the end of the day, but it will resurrect itself tommorrow for the next trip somewhere.

I hope to have a few more trips with T and others in the UK and perhaps I can show them the sturgeon and our fishing over here.

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Bar Fishing For Chinook

Note And Photo From :- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Bar Fishing For Chinook.

The mighty Fraser river in British Columbia is an extraordinary place to follow a style of fishing which the UK angler would see as beach fishing.

You use a boat to get to most of the marks and those shingle bars, as a result of deposits from the river and the level dropping for the summer, are usually out in mid stream. Obviously there are spots that can be reached from the road, but there is something special about a boat trip to your own little fishing island. The tackle I have seen being used tends to be long rods 11′ to 12′ with level wind reels holding 50 lb braid. The paternoster style lead attachment holds leads which go from 8 oz to 20 oz plus. It’s like throwing a brick out into the water. The leader may be 25 lb fluorocarbon with a large "spin-glow" lure attached.

Bar Fishing For Chinook

Once you have cast out and the splash subsides, you can watch the ripples drift on the current and the rod is placed in the beach rod rest. Now you can sit back and watch the world hurry about it’s business, snooze, have a cup of tea, but always keep an eye on the rod top or listen for the little bell.

There will be the constant passage of guide boats up or down the river, helicopters and small planes. Across the river from this spot there is a log launch with a little boat keeping order, a sight to see. All these  things are part of BC life and a must see experience. However, we all fish for as much as we can get out of the day, so we must not forget the rich wildlfe. There will be ospreys, bald eagles, sometimes a bear or even an inquisitive seal that always seems to surface near your lure.

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An Ambitious Duck

Note And Photo From :- Kelowna Trout Angler.

An Ambitious Duck.

It was a reasonably early start and the weather was slightly overcast with a promise of rain. I’d set up the trolling gear and was calmly motoring along at about 2 mph. From out of nowhere a duck dropped onto the water. She was intent on following us. I thought at one point she was going to leap on to the side, but she seemed happier to swim along just below the rod holder. Every so often she would drop back 50m and then fly back to her postion beside the boat. As she paddled closer I thought she might be in danger from the prop, but no, she had measured the distance accurately and stayed safe.

Ambitious Duck

The duck stayed with me for about 30mins before she spotted something out on the lake and left.

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Blue Anchor

Note And photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Blue Anchor.

We travelled  from Watchet, Devon, England  and came across this bay. A great place to play beach cricket or football. The sands seemed to stretch for miles. People were walking the beach, but the wind from the sea had a "bite". Posts in the foreground were a testament to man’s attempt at contolling the water and the road I was walking along was protected from storms by a decent breakwater.

Naturally behind the road there was the usual seaside shops and a caravan site where the happy holiday makers would spend a week or two of the well earned English holiday. Long may it all continue.

Blue Anchor

When the sun shines and the day is warm theses are the places to be. There’s something to do at little expense and there are always new friends to meet. We all exchange names and addresses, with promises to keep in touch. Usually we forget and return to our former lives and daily duties. So enjoy the moment of freedom while it lasts. Perhaps one day we might stop a little longer and think more carefully about those things which really are importent.

Until then, long live the beach, the sea and all the dreams they give to the " kids ‘ amongst us. I love to paddle in water, however cold it may be.

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Clouds Forming

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Clouds Forming.

At last the snow has come to the valley. An optimistic 10 cm became more like 20 cm and the temperature fell through the floor to -26C! Now that’s enough to freeze a lot of " brass monkies " in the nether regions.

Because the lake is warm, relatively speaking, we are treated each year to the spectacle of "cloud formation". You can see the vapour rise to the cloud above and, as the cloud gains height, the wisps take on a column like appearance. This extends from the water up to the cloud. It’s an amazing thing to watch but, eventually, that vapour comes up from the lake and "dumps’ in your yard as snow.

Clouds Forming

How different the Okanagan seemed today to those balmy days of summer. We all ran around in shorts and "soaked" up the sun or went sailing. Still, the birds in the foreground have to endure the water and the very cold air temperature. For them the water surface is probably the best place to be.

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1968

Note And Photo From:- KelownaTrout Angler.

1968

1968 was a great period in the lives of many. We had pop music and the world was changing. That’s a discussion for elsewhere, along with the price of petrol and how many gallons we could get for a pound.

I went to Arundel Castle in West Sussex and spent a lazy afternoon drifting in a boat on Swanbourne Lake. It was a glorious day and the water in the lake behind the castle was crystal clear. As an angler I was captivated by the ducks diving for weed and chasing eels. It was so easy to let the boat drift and watch the show.

Arundel Eels

Arundel Eels

On another outing to view more water for fishing I spent some time walking around the lakes of Sheffield Park, West Sussex. This swan seemed to follow me everywhere. It would paddle along the bank without any sign of aggression and did not want to take any bits of bread from passing strangers. Somehow I had found the only ‘canine’ swan in existence.

Sheffield Park

Sheffield Park Swan

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The Ancient Mariner

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler.

The Ancient Mariner.

( Samuel Taylor Coleridge )

Whilst on a trip to England I came across this rather forlorn figure on the harbour at Watchet. I know it’s only a statue but, somehow, it still conveys that message of care to natural things which we should all seek in our lives. Who knows when a fateful blow may be cast to a creature which will be no more.

The Ancient Mariner

Anyway, just down the road from this statue there is a great fish and chip shop. It was to this venue that my senses were drawn as the aroma drifted on the breeze. We purchased  ‘cod and chips for 2’ and went back and sat in the shelter over looking the harbour. So we had a good view, brilliant surroundings, warm sunshine and the seaside dish. What a great way to spend a lunch hour?

We weren’t the only ones to enjoy the view as a coach load of pensioners arrived. Most  ‘hit’ the cafe and tea shops, but two couples had seen us buy the ‘seaside fare’ and they too felt the need to fulfill those moments that we all enjoyed as children by the sea. Except we had all added a few years and the sand was further along the road to be discovered later in the day. I just needed a bucket and spade if I could find a shop selling them.

The whole poem can be read from the link below.

http://www.poetry-online.org/coleridge_rime_of_the_ancient_mariner.htm

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