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Ron Troversial Clay
Guest
I have never fished one of the trout matches that are common these days on our big reservoirs such as Grafham, Pitsford and Rutland Water.
Although I have seen a few take place.
A whole mob a fly anglers book out all the boats and then sit waiting for the off. With the signal, up to 50 outboards scream like demented hornets as the peace and quiet of the reservoir is smashed as many bow waves plough up the water in the frantic search for trout. Even the yachters keep out of the way.
Then what happens is that to a man, they chuck their drogues overboard. The lauguage if you get in front of someone's drift can be colourful indeed.
And then the frantic casting and retrieveing. A lot of them look like they are milking bloody cows!!
Then someone gets a fish, and then another. They have found the stockies!!
All the boats get as close as they can to the main stocky bashers. Faces get redder, cow milking machines get even more frantic as 1 pound trout are chucked into the boat, often without the use of the priest, because that takes up too much time you see.
And don't let them see you catch a fish when that mob is on the water. I was bank fishing on Draycote water one day and hooked a nice trout. It was one of those that decided to jump.
In no time at all a mob fishing in a Benson & Hedges match were trawling my bit of bank, tit pumping like mad and cursing amongst each other.
The looks on their faces could kill. There was nothing in this that was pleasurable to any of them or that's the way it seemed. I've seen the same sort of look of agony on the faces of long distance runners in the final hundred yards.
No, match fly fishing aint for me.
If it was more genteel, I might just have a bash.
Although I have seen a few take place.
A whole mob a fly anglers book out all the boats and then sit waiting for the off. With the signal, up to 50 outboards scream like demented hornets as the peace and quiet of the reservoir is smashed as many bow waves plough up the water in the frantic search for trout. Even the yachters keep out of the way.
Then what happens is that to a man, they chuck their drogues overboard. The lauguage if you get in front of someone's drift can be colourful indeed.
And then the frantic casting and retrieveing. A lot of them look like they are milking bloody cows!!
Then someone gets a fish, and then another. They have found the stockies!!
All the boats get as close as they can to the main stocky bashers. Faces get redder, cow milking machines get even more frantic as 1 pound trout are chucked into the boat, often without the use of the priest, because that takes up too much time you see.
And don't let them see you catch a fish when that mob is on the water. I was bank fishing on Draycote water one day and hooked a nice trout. It was one of those that decided to jump.
In no time at all a mob fishing in a Benson & Hedges match were trawling my bit of bank, tit pumping like mad and cursing amongst each other.
The looks on their faces could kill. There was nothing in this that was pleasurable to any of them or that's the way it seemed. I've seen the same sort of look of agony on the faces of long distance runners in the final hundred yards.
No, match fly fishing aint for me.
If it was more genteel, I might just have a bash.