Fishing Reports 2007

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Victor Kruit – Fishing in County Kerry 2007

The first time I met Victor Kruit was last year, we went fishing out on the Cloonee lakes and Victor caught his first ever wild brown trout. I was honoured to be part of that experience; it was like I caught my first brown all over again. He aptly named the place where victor caught the fish as the “holy spot”.
We met on a Sunday evening and went straight up the sheen river for a river brown, Victor had seemed to grow in stature since last year. Victor is a young, enthusiastic fisherman and has a lovely fluid action when casting a fly. I pointed out a place a fish would lie, and Victor placed his fly exactly on the nose on his first cast and hooked and landed a small brownie, that was a great start to week of fishing that was ahead of us. We changed to dry fly and targeted some big rises but to no avail settling for the sport of some smaller ones.

Meeting in the afternoon on Tuesday I could tell victor was itching to revisit the “holy spot”. So we headed out and I noted there was an easterly wind blowing and mentioned this to Victor that most fishermen don’t fish on an easterly. But I love dispelling myths and curses and old fisherman’s wives tales, and so does victor, so we went full of confidence hoping to prove them wrong, two hours later without a sign of any living creature we put our tails between our legs and left the lake for the sheltered Sheen river blaming the curse of the easterly wind, “aaaghrr”.

Wednesday morning we headed for the mountain lake of Barfinnihy, Victor armed with his fly rod and a lovely light-spinning rod. When we arrived there was plenty of surface activity and I caught a nice brown on the fly. Victor was banging on Rainbow trout every time he threw out his rapala lure, but they seemed to be getting off, four times later and Victor wisely decided to replace the old hooks on the rapala with new ones, and very soon he was landing his first rainbow of the day. I could sense a competition on as I then hooked and landed a Rainbow on an Alexandra. As the day progressed it got very hot and the trout went deep, I stayed fishing the surface as Victor won hands down with four Rainbows each one bigger than the next.
Thursday came and we decided to fish Geninchiquin, a very scenic lake that holds some large ferox trout. The day was bright and still it was going to be difficult fishing, we had to tread carefully so as not to spook them. There was plenty surface action with some big rises in the distance; just trying to get out to them was the difficult bit. We fished for a couple of hours but nothing was going for what we had to offer. We changed location and Victor said he’d try one of his crane fly imitations, at this stage we had tried everything else. The next thing he hooks a lovely brown and lands it. Now Victor loves to photograph his fish so I un hook it, pass it to Victor the fish wriggles out of his hand and into the water, I thought it was gone but in the confusion the fish makes a sprint for freedom the wrong way back up onto the rock victor grabs it again for the elusive photo and it wriggles free again this time it went in the right direction.

So that was our week over, a very successful few days fishing catching some, while there were others that got away. Thanks Victor it was an experience I’ll treasure always and I hope we’ll meet again.

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Larry does it his way 30th April:

I met Larry outside by the fountain on a beautiful sunny April afternoon. Larry had just flown in that morning from the States, he was wearing a white shirt that was blinding in the sun and a hat with an badge on the front that I couldn’t make out, turned out to be a one of Larry’s bulldogs that I could tell he had been very fond of. Larry made me laugh straight away and in turn I made Larry laugh, I had a good feeling about the fishing trip that we had just agreed upon.
So I met Larry at the time agreed and headed for the Cloonee lakes. On the way Larry had expressed his perfect fishing mode is casting a line, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, so keeping this in mind when in the boat I set him up with all of the above, well he was delighted fishing away we chatted, the fishing stories were endless by him, I relished every one of them.
The action on the lake that day was few and far between, we were beginning to call them demented fish, but it became clear that we were the ones that were demented. Two takes for the whole evening, and two fish, we took our chances 100%.
It was a pleasure to fish with Larry and thoroughly entertaining.

Come back again soon.


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Denis and Brian 27th April:

I met my people at eleven thirty, Dennis and his adult son Brian. Brian informed me that he had fly fished before, double-handed Spey in Scotland was the last time, two years ago. Dennis on the other hand had not fly fished for twenty years. We got to the lake and there was plenty of surface action from the word go. I noticed straight away that there were a lot of olives hatching, I set them both up with just the one fly each to see how they would get on. Brian was definitely the more adept at casting so I left him at it and concentrated on getting Dennis up to speed. I could tell he wanted to get passed the casting bit and onto the fishing bit so we worked on his casting ironing out the mistakes that were holding him back from casting the line any distance.

Now during this time Brian hooked a fine brown that leaped clean out of the water next to the boat, and then it was gone, and that was very unlucky for Brian, because the fish was close, Brian couldn’t take in the slack fast enough to set the hook. Happens to the best of us. Rowing back into the wind for another drift I suggested Dennis leave his line out for a bit of a troll, and the next thing Dennis jumps and strikes into a fish with such gusto that the fish starts planeing on the surface like a mini water skier. He then got it onto the reel as you do with any monster of a fish and brought that fish into the net still shaking from the strike. Needless to say we returned the 6-inch monster wondering what all the fuss was about. It was then I think Dennis went through a transformation, there was an air of confidence about him then he struck a real fish and took it like a pro, a lovely ¾ pounder, an enjoyable experience was had by all and I hope to see them both back again and maybe the monster will have grown up a bit by then.

Good luck Dennis and Brian.

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Latest News: February 2007:

29th February 2007 – Mr. Green

Met Mr green this morning, it was his 50th birthday and his wife had organised a surprise-fishing trip for him. Having fished for 20 years and never caught a salmon this was the fish he was after. “I’ve caught an 18lb sea trout before though” he said as my jaw dropped and then I replied “I’d settle for one of them on any day”. It hadn’t rained for well over a week surprisingly and the spate rivers were low I told him, you’ll have to go to Killarney for a chance at the elusive salmon or settle for Brown Trout on the nearby lakes if the hours drive there and back was too long he decided to go for the brownies which was a wise decision as far as I was concerned .We reached the lake in fifteen minutes and as I rowed out you could tell he was delighted to be there, rod in hand happy as a pig in s#%t.

I mentioned to him that the fish here were like lightning and he smiled with confidence. Then he had a take and missed it then I asked him if he had drank any coffee this morning to wake him up, he laughed and sat up and concentrated .Mr green had a lovely casting motion and you could tell he was experienced but five good takes later and still no fish .I knew he would get one, it was just a matter of time, you almost have to anticipate the take and strike instinctively to catch these fish. The sport is excellent and it raises your game no end, then if you fish anywhere else the fish seem to take in slow motion. I left Mr green to his own devices as my time was up, he left me a lovely letter telling me he had plenty takes after that and managed to land two beautiful brownies around a ½ lb each, which he sportingly released. So I hope Mr green comes back so he can catch his dream salmon maybe on his 60th it’ll make it all the sweeter good luck Mr green.

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30th February 2007 – Eleven was the number of people I took out this morning.

A daunting task at the best of times, only this time it was four adults and seven children, all of which were beginners which made it a challenge, the booting up, the gathering of the rods and the getting in the cars, all logistics ran as smooth as one could have hoped. We got to the lake and I issue all with their rods except the youngest who was sharing with his mother. The spring sun was warm and there seemed to be plenty fly life around, things looked very fishy. Lessons in fly-casting began and my party spread out along the shore. Now you can imagine the craic as I ran from one to the other starting them off on the roll cast and while some picked it up very quickly others got tangled in a way only Houdini himself could get out of. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, which is the main thing, and fish were starting to rise in the distance, teasingly. Not surprisingly everyone drew a blank but the two families in question no doubt had a great morning fishing at Gleninchiquin Lake.

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We’re off to a great start this season with a visit from Pat Malone who writes for the Sunday times, Jetting in to do a spot of fishing on the sheen river.

Pat it seems is writing en article about what one can do in a day if u have a private jet at your disposal (lucky bugger)! I think his itinerary read “breakfast in London fly to St. Andrews for nine holes of golf then fly to Ireland down to us in Kerry for a fishing lesson on the banks of the sheen river then lunch at the sheen falls lodge then zoom over to Devon for some clay pigeon shooting then back to London in time for dinner. What a wonderful day packed with some of my favourite activities. Pat arrived into me at the lodge in somewhat of a hurry dressed in a suit and tie he must have flown business class (ha ha). So I decked him out in a pair of waders a Barbour jacket and a sheen falls baseball cap and that seemed to relax him a little we then went straight down to the river, photographers and fishing partner in tow.

Pat had never fished before so the first thing I taught him was the roll cast and where the fish might lie and after that he was a duck to water, his business demeanour dissolved with every cast, a smile came on his face and the sound of the river washed away the last of the tension he had left. Just then I spotted a familiar cobalt blue flash that tells me the kingfisher is on the wing and was surprised and delighted to hear Pat call out “look a kingfisher” before I could point it out. For a man that never fished before he had embraced the essence of the river bank far quicker than expected. I hope the man comes back with more time to do some real fishing when the seasons in full flow but for now it was a flying visit.

Good luck Pat

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