Years ago I
was lucky enough to come across three copies of a wonderful fishing diary at a “jumble”
sale. Having flicked through a few pages
I immediately bought all three copies.
Two copies have been given as presents but I still have my own cherished
copy.
Muriel
Foster’s Fishing Diary covering a period from 1913 to 1949. Fishing diaries are often kept by keen
fishers, but Muriel Foster’s diary will interest even folk who have never
walked the sparkling banks of a stream or brook. Amongst the detailed accounts of locations,
flies used and fish caught are wonderful illustrations of everything enjoyed in
that environment all meticulously set out. The good news is that you can still get it on Amazon. Here are some typical scanned pages:-
As I reached
the end of 2012 I realised that I had almost filled my fishing diary started in
2005. Then it had replaced my fishing
diary started in 1992. Whilst the
discipline of writing up whole fishing expeditions, as well as odd days on the
bank is a little demanding, I feel the benefits are worth it. I see the advantages as follows:-
·
Years later you can read about a particular trip
(one that you may have forgotten) and still get enjoyment out of the rekindled
memory.
·
You can remind yourself of what was successful
and what didn’t work on particular waters.
·
You can remember the friends you made and the
special fish you caught.
·
You can rediscover names, places and hotels you
had forgotten.
·
Above all, if you are lucky you can avoid making
the same mistake twice (like forgetting to take your wading jacket when you are
flying halfway around the world)!
Here is an extract from my fishing diary
dated July 2009:-
“Found an
interesting tackle shop at Carnation (WA, USA), it was in a pale yellow house
opposite the entrance to the Mac Donald Memorial Park and camp ground. Later I met the owner on the pebble beach at
the confluence of the Snoqualmie River and the Tolt River at the back of the
camp ground. He told me that when the
sun was high in the sky the ospreys sit in the trees above the river waiting
for migrating salmon and steelheads to pause whilst they made up their minds as
to which river to take. It is an ambush!”
Junction of the Snoqualmie and the Tolt. Ospreys sit in the trees on the left.
Here is another dated October 2011:-
“It was
pouring with rain on the west side (WA, USA) so I drove east through the
spectacular mountains to Ellensburg and then down the legendary Canyon Road wonderful
high desert scenery with the road tracking the Yakima River. Stopped at Red’s Fly Shop, collected some
flies (tiny gold head nymphs) and advice.
I blanked probably because I fished the easy to reach stretches that are
over-fished. A few days later, Shayne at
Church, told me he fished a bit further upstream using a dry with a suspended
nymph and caught lots.
The Canyon stretch of the Yakima.
Last year on a chalk stream (river Wylye in
Wiltshire) 29th May:-
I worked my
way upstream and met the friendly bailiff Jedd who suggested I tried an
emerger. Just upstream of the “slab”
pool the emerger was hit by a big fish! A
“tug of war” commenced between fishy fins, assisted by the current, and me, assisted
by my eight foot rod. Suddenly realising
that pulling wasn’t helping, the fish shot towards my bank some 4 yards downstream
from me. To my horror it dived into a
large array of branches all connected together.
I knew it was still hooked as I could feel the rod tip pulsating as the
fish swayed in the current. I rejected
plan A "pulling", and plan B "giving it slack", etc and settled on plan Z. So still keeping tension on the line with my
rod arm I slipped off boots and socks and unzipped the bottom of my lightweight
fishing trousers (not easy to do one handed). I then flattened the
stinging nettles between me and the water using my landing net and slid down
the bank into the water. Fortunately the
cold water only came up to my knees and the bottom was firm. Still holding the road in my right hand I
tried lifting the main branch with my left.
Being water logged it was much heavier than I had expected and I thought
I was going to fail to shift it, but a strange thing happened! As I lifted the branch the current caught it
and floated it downstream and clear. But
I was not “out of the wood” yet (joke), as my line, leader and trout were under
another branch. I thought I was facing
failure but decided it was worth having another go at clearing the obstacles
and the same thing happened. The branches
when lifted drifted down stream. Now its
lair had been discovered and removed the trout shot back into the middle of the
river and battle recommenced with me netting it a few minutes later. It was a cracker and completely
unscathed. A quick photo to record a bit
of “extreme fly fishing” and it was slipped back into the river.
Being able to experience fishing like that is a treasured privilege that needs to be remembered and shared. My blog is my new diary, try starting yours.