Post by longshank on Jan 9, 2007 0:24:16 GMT
Both my Bother and I where introduced to fishing by our Father just like many of you were. Ste my brother and I started fishing on the same day and are still fishing together today just as we were back then. The only difference is that our Ste is uglier than I am but also a lot better fisherman as well; not because we where taught any different. (Sos Ste)
When I was 15 years old our Ste who was 18 months younger than I went on a fishing holiday to Garstang near Preston with our Dad fishing the river Wyre. After several successful days of catching Chub up to 5 lb, eel 4lb and tons of little Salmon fry ho! My Dad caught a few Barble as well over the course of the week. However they where only around 3lb not forgetting though that these are still remarkable fish.
Like I was saying we had been fishing on the Wyre and were nearing the end of the weeks fishing holiday, our Ste asked if I wanted to get up early the next morning and have a last go before we went home. I willingly agreed to this and we hurried back to our accommodation and informed our Dad what our intentions where for the following morning.
The next day I was woken by Ste, I was too tired to get up, I can still see him now nudging me and pulling the covers off from me… Come on Andy get up he shouted, I just fell straight back to sleep. An hour later I woke up and realised our Ste wasn't in his bed! the only place for him was on the river bank…
Here’s what I think the answer is...
I quickly grabbed my fishing gear and darted off to where we normally fished, Ste was no where in sight so I began to walk up river towards St Michaels Bridge. As I walked round the bend there was still no sight of him so I just carried on hoping to find him somewhere on the bank side. I got round the other side of the bend and saw something amazing! I sat quietly watching Ste fish; he was fly fishing the opposite side of the sand bank just beyond the trees, with my Dads fly rod (If he knew he would have cut his hands off).
I watched my younger brother from a distance do something with a fly rod which I have never seen before; even to this date, he was to cast his line with such delicacy & accuracy to and from an over hanging tree on the other side of the river and produced a quality Sea Trout of 6lb on to the end of my Dads rod.!
Don’t forget readers I was 15, Ste was 14 and on the way home he told both my Dad and me that he had seen the fish the night before on the way back to our accommodation… Even at 14 years old he was thinking something which he knew I would not understand and this was… the Art of fishing without fishing... I have since asked him what he meant by this phrase and his reply was…
Read the water as well as the food you feed them and your catch rate will improve!
Many golfers players play golf for a past time but never break hundred however there are some elite that do!
Thanks for reading
Kind Regards
Andy
When I was 15 years old our Ste who was 18 months younger than I went on a fishing holiday to Garstang near Preston with our Dad fishing the river Wyre. After several successful days of catching Chub up to 5 lb, eel 4lb and tons of little Salmon fry ho! My Dad caught a few Barble as well over the course of the week. However they where only around 3lb not forgetting though that these are still remarkable fish.
Like I was saying we had been fishing on the Wyre and were nearing the end of the weeks fishing holiday, our Ste asked if I wanted to get up early the next morning and have a last go before we went home. I willingly agreed to this and we hurried back to our accommodation and informed our Dad what our intentions where for the following morning.
The next day I was woken by Ste, I was too tired to get up, I can still see him now nudging me and pulling the covers off from me… Come on Andy get up he shouted, I just fell straight back to sleep. An hour later I woke up and realised our Ste wasn't in his bed! the only place for him was on the river bank…
Here’s what I think the answer is...
I quickly grabbed my fishing gear and darted off to where we normally fished, Ste was no where in sight so I began to walk up river towards St Michaels Bridge. As I walked round the bend there was still no sight of him so I just carried on hoping to find him somewhere on the bank side. I got round the other side of the bend and saw something amazing! I sat quietly watching Ste fish; he was fly fishing the opposite side of the sand bank just beyond the trees, with my Dads fly rod (If he knew he would have cut his hands off).
I watched my younger brother from a distance do something with a fly rod which I have never seen before; even to this date, he was to cast his line with such delicacy & accuracy to and from an over hanging tree on the other side of the river and produced a quality Sea Trout of 6lb on to the end of my Dads rod.!
Don’t forget readers I was 15, Ste was 14 and on the way home he told both my Dad and me that he had seen the fish the night before on the way back to our accommodation… Even at 14 years old he was thinking something which he knew I would not understand and this was… the Art of fishing without fishing... I have since asked him what he meant by this phrase and his reply was…
Read the water as well as the food you feed them and your catch rate will improve!
Many golfers players play golf for a past time but never break hundred however there are some elite that do!
Thanks for reading
Kind Regards
Andy