Post by The-Real-FlyBri on May 21, 2006 18:46:44 GMT
Well, in a weekend where Pond321 and I were supposed to go to Wales, were rained off, then intended to go to Devon (Tamar), and were blown out by the wind, and eventually landed in Northumberland late on Friday afternoon, I think you can say that everything turned out for the best in the end.
We fished the Coquet (not Crocket Jon) and the North Tyne.
Friday evening say us catch a few brownies fishing wee doubles and wets down and across the peaty waters of the Crocket - sorry, Coquet. After a nice meal and a few beers, we sat at some riffles and proceeded to decimate quite a bit of wine and malt whilst watching large migratory fish run the riffles, we eventually staggered out to fish for sea trout. I won't bore you with the ins and outs, but they say that if you're not losing flies in the trees then you're not trying hard enough with sea trout fishing. I lost my rod's tip section, a good portion of my 8wt fly line and gave my mobile phone a wee swim. I was REALLY trying... Needless to say, we blanked.
In the morning we drove down to the North Tyne and fished with the 15fters and after I lost a fish through blatant hungover stupidity (I was having one of Morgan's patented 'hot-face-hangovers'), I connected with a good sized salmon and somehow with Jon's help managed to land it!
Although I've caught a kelt before this is my first 'fish' and to say I was chuffed to bits is an understatement.
See the photos below - Jon will post the rather amusing photo of the fish trying to escape it's grinning captor I'm sure
The salmon in my barely capable sea trout net:
Here's the beauty which was estimated by the ghillie at around 15lbish (from the photos - he wasn't there)
And here he goes getting his breath back (both of us):
Cheers
Bri
We fished the Coquet (not Crocket Jon) and the North Tyne.
Friday evening say us catch a few brownies fishing wee doubles and wets down and across the peaty waters of the Crocket - sorry, Coquet. After a nice meal and a few beers, we sat at some riffles and proceeded to decimate quite a bit of wine and malt whilst watching large migratory fish run the riffles, we eventually staggered out to fish for sea trout. I won't bore you with the ins and outs, but they say that if you're not losing flies in the trees then you're not trying hard enough with sea trout fishing. I lost my rod's tip section, a good portion of my 8wt fly line and gave my mobile phone a wee swim. I was REALLY trying... Needless to say, we blanked.
In the morning we drove down to the North Tyne and fished with the 15fters and after I lost a fish through blatant hungover stupidity (I was having one of Morgan's patented 'hot-face-hangovers'), I connected with a good sized salmon and somehow with Jon's help managed to land it!
Although I've caught a kelt before this is my first 'fish' and to say I was chuffed to bits is an understatement.
See the photos below - Jon will post the rather amusing photo of the fish trying to escape it's grinning captor I'm sure
The salmon in my barely capable sea trout net:
Here's the beauty which was estimated by the ghillie at around 15lbish (from the photos - he wasn't there)
And here he goes getting his breath back (both of us):
Cheers
Bri