Im the opposite, i do ok with salmon but struggle with the seatrout. Had one all season at 6 1/2 lb and thats all. I loose almost all that i hookRight i go to fish for salmon, i don't go salmon fishing because i cant catch any.....sea trout on the other hand.....
Great post and I can fully identify with your initial exploration of catching sea fish off the rocks and piers which led to your absorption with this sport.It runs through my very veins. Ever since my first salmon closer to 50 years ago than 40.
Even before that fishing off the point of the local harbour and rocks, in crystal clear summer waters, fish and how to get them to take my bait fascinated me. It was always the bigger one's I wanted to catch.
For me, salmon were always the prize above all. Couldn't wait to join the 'older guys' that I watched fishing the Deveron. Even at a very young age I would watch them for hours on end.
All these decades later, the fascination hasn't dimmed one bit fishing for these enigmatic creatures. We know so much about them yet still so little and long may that last.
Over the decades obviously things have changed and I've had to alter my expectations on the catches front. However that has been tempered by the lifelong friendships made. A handful of folk who I fish with year in year out, through good times and bad. Even when the fishing is grim a day on a river with them is always a thing of joy. Also the new friendships made with 'brothers of the angle' each of whom add something to my experience and, I hope, me to theirs.
Good company and good craic by the side of a salmon stream is a hard thing to beat and sometimes the stars align and those silver leapers decide to play ball.
I bought the exact same wallet from him, and am just in the process of filling it. Lovely piece of kit!Here's the beginning of the essence of why I salmon fish.
The long wait over the close season.
Picking up bits and pieces, gathering new flies and sorting them out ready for the clock ticking down to March and the 1st serious chance of casting one of them to a springer that you just know is in his favourite lie, in that glassy water, over there, just off the seam.
Already I'm contemplating the choice of rod, head and tip density required to hold that fly in his zone just long enough to make him interested.
Next cast a wee bit faster.
Next cast, that's the one, wee short 6 inch strips, you just know------- and there he is. Perfect.
It's all about the anticipation prior to every trip, the intel that fish are in the river, the forecast looking bob on.
Here are the 1st of my winter organisational arrangements being put in place as the anticipation of a new season mounts.
Firstly, my new wallet from Art Merk.
Followed by the inside of the wallet filled with bananas, monkeys , posh toshes and black and yellows.
Along with, of course, the anticipation of sipping a fine Glengoyne to calm me down
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