Friday, 29 July 2011

"The Italian Job"

I mentioned in May that I was to visit Tuscany this year, and I did in June, spending just over a week taking in the sights and rich culture of this beautiful central Italian region. Between Florence, Siena, Pisa and a trip to Cinque Terre I was lucky to find the time for a day's fishing on one of the region's best rivers, the Lima. I very nearly missed out altogether as it rained for most of the week leaving the river high and unfishable. After postponing to the last possible day, the inclement weather finally relented and I woke up to bright sunshine and the prospect of exploring a new river in a foreign land, something which always excites me.

I wrote about it for 'Flyfishing' (a South African magazine I grew up reading) and my article has been published in the upcoming August/September edition. Flyfishing has very kindly agreed to me posting the article here. Click on each page to view it in a larger format.

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Monday, 25 July 2011

The Clettwr River, Wales

“Clettwr” is Welsh for “rough water” and the name pretty accurately sums up this little tributary of the River Wye. It tumbles down a mountain slope in a narrow gorge, secretly shrouded by steep sides and a canopy of trees.

Arriving early on Sunday morning I parked my hire car at the designated roving voucher parking spot near the rim of the gorge, grateful for the chance to stretch my legs after a 2 hour drive from Birmingham. I could only hear the river through the trees below as I slipped on my waders and boots and enjoyed a cup of coffee, anticipation rising all the while. 

The river’s voice grew louder with each step as I descended the river gorge, the gushing sound of a swift river ceaselessly eroding a path deeper into the mountain rock. Reaching the shadowy basin of the gorge I was struck by the dampness and humidity in the air. My sunglasses instantly fogged up when I put them on. Rocks and trees were covered with soft cushions of moss, adorned with tiny spider webs. Spiders, flies, butterflies, beetles and snails appeared to proliferate in the conditions. The river was running clear over stone and ochre coloured bedrock, dappled in sunlight and interrupted ever so often by a mini waterfall or a series of cascades. It is one of the most beautiful – and secluded – rivers I have fished.

I tied on a #18 black Klinkhammer (with purple rib, which I have been fairly successful with in Wales) and below it a #24 bead head PTN. Within a few casts the Klink checked and dipped ever so slightly in the current. I lifted my rod into the weight of a little 5 inch brown trout, which quickly came to hand where I could admire it. The trout of Wales never cease to amaze me in their uniqueness, and this, my first from the Clettwr, didn’t disappoint. It had crimson spots which melted to orange nearer its tail.

I caught another little trout in the same pool, this time on the dry fly, and then moved upstream. At first I climbed the steep banks, scrambling over the slippery rocks and soft soil to circumvent fallen trees blocking the route. I soon realised it was far safer and more energy efficient to simply climb over or squeeze under them where I could. There were so many fallen trees lying across the river I kept half an eye on the trees still standing, kidding myself that I could move quickly out of the way of a falling tree if I had to. This was no stroll down a manicured chalkstream bank - it was gruelling, energy sapping stuff over rough terrain and in humid conditions.

Throughout the day the fish generally seemed more interested in the nymph than the dry. I picked up two on a new pattern I was trying – a #20 tungsten bead head Endrick Spider PTN variant – but most took the small PTN including what I believe is the first salmon parr I have caught. I didn’t know it at the time, thinking only that it was a slightly unusual looking little brown trout with heavily forked tail and few spots. I only realised the difference when I first looked at the photos at home. The Clettwr has benefitted in the past from European funding used to improve its salmon habitat, and it’s good to see the salmon approve of the efforts. I suspect a few more fish which were enticed to take the fly may have been salmon parr too, but it can be hard to tell the difference between a salmon and brown trout parr. 

Salmon Parr

Eating my lunch in a sunlit glade next to the river, I watched a plump White-Throated Dipper doing a little dip-dance on a fallen tree lying across the river. For sheer escapism I doubt this river can be beaten. It’s only further upstream that one comes across a wooden footbridge and public footpath, the only sign of man and chance to encounter anyone else.

I have been putting my new Simms Rivershed Vibram soled wading boots through their paces this season. After witnessing first hand the devastating oxygen-starving effect of didymo in New Zealand, I consciously avoided buying felt soles when choosing boots. So far they have impressed, that is, until they met the Clettwr yesterday! The footing was extremely precarious and on three occasions I went for a little swim.

The river holds a good head of fish evident from the many ‘pinballs’ zigzagging every which way in the pools and runs as I made my way upstream.  The fishing was good and I ended with 17, all released. Five of them were above 7 inches and I would guess the best was just shading 9 inches. There wasn’t much in the way of surface feeding activity but I did entice a handful of them to take a black and purple Klink or Parachute Adams.

The walk back to the car was exhausting, and I drained the little water I had left. When I eventually emerged from the trees at the car I finished off my flask of coffee to quench my thirst. And gratefully, the coffee was still hot.


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