An Unexpected Landing

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

Carp fishing in the Okanagan.

The lilies in the background had been a magnet for the Carp and I had taken full advantage of the opportunity. Sitting on the shingle had been a pleasure as the evening sun went down.

Each tree had been used as a vantage point for an Osprey as it systematically checked every spot for an easy meal. Coots and various ducks had fought their  way across the weed beds in attempts to gain the best places to rest up and sample the free offerings from the weed.

A Coyote could be seen up in the vineyards and occasionally a Muskrat would raise it’s head to surprise the ducks.

But the surprised widlife was nothing compared to mine, when in the early morning I returned to find this strange bird of prey sitting in the very swim I had vacated only a few hours earlier.

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It seems the propeller had snapped and the plane came down. Everyone was ok.

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Expecting A Take

The flyline sits in quiet expectation upon the water surface.

Somewhere below the Chironomid works it’s magic in about 20 ft of water.

Will the fish see it? Will the fish take it? All is hope and trust that you have done everything right and all the possibilities have converged to the one inevitable. The line will shoot forward and the strike will set the old Hardy pulsing as the Trout ( hopefully a Kamloops ) tries to regain freedom.

It doesn’t realise it’s eating qualities or it might fight harder, but I have no wish to kill it. It is enough to convince the Trout to take the nymph, enjoy the fight and marvel at the brilliance.

The scenery is superb as the sun shines upon the trees by this BC lake and the Osprey has put in an appearance.

Who could ask for more?.

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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Short Story – “One Morning in Early July”

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

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“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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Tight lines!

The Fisherman

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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.

A Summer Tench….

This says it all….

An old English lake, bordering Sussex and Kent, within the sound of church bells, mist rising from the lake and the disappearance of an orange tipped quill float. An early morning summer tench, Allcocks Cane Avon rod and an Allcocks Aerial Reel.

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