Oyama Lake

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler, Canada.

Oyama Lake

A new lake  among the 200 or so that surround the valley. There really is not enough life left to try them all, but I’ll have a go.

The Freshwater Fisheries Society of B.C. in it’s guide had stated that" Oyama was a high elevation lake( about 1341m)  and had once been the home to monster trout". That was in the past and now good access and increased pressure have seen a drop in fish size. However the B.C Fisheries still stocks 25000 triploids annually in an attempt to redress the balance. Coupled with some extra regulation and the future looks good. Excellent value from your  fishing licence. There are no day-ticket charges in B.C as one would expect in the UK.

You get out the car and observe the view. You can’t fail.

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Oyama is a large lake of about 261 Ha, depths of 24m can be seen.

On this occasion I did not take the boat and it proved to be a wise move as there were a few white caps on the waves which ran in front of the wind. The islands ( there are 27 of them ) would have provided some shelter, but I chose to walk along some of the trails and access the water wherever I could.

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The best places to fly fish should be around the island shoals as one would expect, but fish are still to be found along the shore. I had several pulls and finally landed a trout of about 26cms. A fish in fine form and one which gave me the enthusiasm to return.

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A good web site to view is the Go fish BC Freshwater Fisheries Society of BC found at www.gofishbc.com

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Okanagan

Taken by Mark Evans, BC, Canada

A cold winter morning, taken looking south east across Lake Okanagan, from the Gellatly Nut Farm, in Westbank.

Gellatly Nut Farm

We are going to be stocking a number of Mark’s photographs for sale soon, as signed prints in various sizes, as calenders and as a book. More news when we have a date.

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A Breamore Barbel.

A trip to Breamore on a fine September afternoon. The river ran with such enthusiasm and was full of promise.

The old Mk IV Avon was pressed into service with a Match Ariel. My standard set up was always a link leger consisting of Swan Shot and a hook of size 8 or 6. Why carry a lot of tackle? Bait on this occasion was corn packed on to the hook, with some hemp and corn in a bait dropper.

Once the bait had settled in the chosen swim then time could be spared for the surroundings. There was the view, the calling Buzzard and then the sight of that great bird. There was that bankside terror, The Little Grebe and all the other birds taht swam past in the parade.

Pride of place went to the tip of the old cane rod which gently nodded in time with the pull of water flowing past. The gentle nodding became a rattle and a slight pull downwards, with an answering lift of the rod. Now the battle had begun and attached to the line was the barbel which had been expected.

Sooke, Vancouver Island, BC

Sooke, Vancouver Island, BC (Photograph and Article submitted by Audrey, BC)

We stood on the Spit at the entrance to Sooke Harbour on a very warm & hazy afternoon, watching a man fishing for salmon. He stood on the beach casting into the narrow entrance to the harbour, a thing he did frequently when the time was right.

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Shoreham Beach, West Sussex, UK

Shoreham Beach, West Sussex, UK.

( Photograph and Article submitted by John, Portslade, UK )

When I was young we used to stand at this point and look across at the Gas Works and the old Electricity Building. Both of these two were demolished to make way for a smaller unit. There were fond memories of swimming in warmer water produced by the electricity outflow pipes. It probably was un-healthy, but there we are.

Shoreham Beach

The Harbour at Shoreham was always a good place to fish and sail in the sheltered waters.At times we would fish in the harbour basin if we could get away without being caught.

In the distance is Brighton and Hove. Playgrounds for the rich and famous ever since the Prince Regent built the Brighton Pavilion and put the fishing village of Brigthelmstone on the map.

 

Short Story – “One Morning in Early July”

Here is a short story, submitted by one of our readers.

Enjoy!

“One morning in early July” by Kelowna Trout Angler (Canada)

One morning in early July I rowed an old punt out onto the estate lake.

This old lake had no footpaths around it and was surrounded by trees and reeds. As my friend and I pulled out of the boathouse, which smelt of over 100 years of maintenance, creosote, pitch and tar, we got caught up in the damp webs made by a great many spiders.

Mornings are always full of promise and as we whispered quietly to each other we were able to take in the sounds of the lake and the morning. There were the ducks and other birds flapping wings and arguing as we gently slid across their domain. On early mornings you can rarely see far. There always seems to be a mist rising from the water as you await the sun.

We pulled into a bay and tied the ends of the punt to the reeds. Hopefully nothing had been disturbed and so we settled to fish.

“Hello,” said my mate, ” someone’s coming.”, and sure enough there were the sounds of oars gently dipping into the water and the occasional knock of the rowlocks as the oars turned.

The sound came upon us but we could not see the angler in the mist. He had pulled in behind us and we heard the reeds rustle to the distinctive sound of the punt being pushed into the reeds in preparation for tying.

Soon after we heard the splash of groundbait and then the tapping of a pipe on the end of an oar.

At this I called “Hello Fred”, but as usual the reply was only a grunt of acknowledgement.

We fished hard and caught many fish until the sun had cleared the mist and our bay was gradually becoming a heat trap. During our session we had heard many a splash from Fred’s side of the reeds, but the old fellow was a solitary character and rarely disclosed his catch.

Time to go I felt and we packed and called a last farewell to Fred, but no reply was forthcoming as expected.

“What a miserable sod” said my mate as we left the bay and I had to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” came the retort.

“Well he’s dead” was my reply, “he died 30 years ago and everyone on the lake should pay their respects to Fred when they arrive and leave. You’ve been lucky you have heard him and fished with him.”

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A bright little Perch to the fly…

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler

A great little fish to start the season. The sun shone and the water sparkled as I paddled around in the V-boat, with wonderful birds in the reeds, the odd Beaver raising it’s head and an Osprey diving for it’s supper. Great.