No angler merely watches nature in a passive way. He enters into its very existence ... John Bailey
This is the twentyfirst year of my on-line logbook.
I started it in the hope that readers would enjoy the goings-on that take place during my time on the river.
I hoped they would take note of the hatches and my successful imitations and apply this information to their own rivers.
I hoped it would open their eyes to the fact that my log is not all about hooking fish.
I hope they can see that it is a window into the passion that my friends and I have for the outdoors.
Please do not abuse this information by overfishing and do not make the mistake of putting yourself before the fish.
All fish in this log are released. Temperatures are in Centigrade.
Click here for last years logbook.
|June 11. 2 - 4. Air temp. 15. Water temp. 14. Cloudy with sunny breaks.|
Our first trip of the year and what a perfect day for fishing. A nice temperature and enough of a breeze to to keep the blackflies and mosquitos at bay.
The trout thought it was nice too. Lots of little ones lifting their heads to the blue-winged olives and the occasional black caddis. Successful flies were a parachute Adams and a parachute blue-winged olive.
A few dragonflies and an osprey. No ticks (none that we could find on our bodies anyway).
|"A hunting preserve. I'll bet the fishing was fantastic." D'Agosta looked at the brook purling over its cobbled bed, with deep pools and holes no doubt still thick with trout.|
From Brimstone by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child.
|May. 21. Air temp. 19. Sunny|
On our way to shoot some snooker the other day we talked about why we aren't fishing. Both of us agreed that gone are the days when we have to battle the blackflies or break the ice from the line guides or worry about the ticks (see the Nova Scotia tick map). It seems that we are at an age where comfort comes first and our fishing will be limited to rising late and spending lazy afternoons when we can relax on the bank and let the sun shine on our faces.
On another note, I see that the Stanley Cup hockey finals will once again not include a Canadian team. Instead, the 500-1 Vegas Golden Knights will face either the Tampa Bay Lighting or the Washington Capitals. It's been 25 years since a Canadian team last won the cup so it's no wonder I haven't the slightest interest in hockey any more.
The June bugs are whacking on the windows already.
|John Carter Cash, "My mother (June) and her sisters moved on to different parts of their lives and I think Maybelle, at that point, was a little bit lost about what she was gonna do. I think Ezra would have been fine with her deciding you know, that she was gonna retire and take it easy, and bought a place down in Florida, sat right on a river. They both loved to fish and whatnot."|
From the documentary The Winding Stream
|"I've been fishing all my life. I can feel a fish fart within three feet of my hook"|
Richard Turner, from the documentary Dealt
|May. 02. Air temp. 9. Cloudy|
We released our fifteenth squirrel yesterday.
Usually we'd have released a few trout by now but, due to the weather, having a bunch of trees blown down, my leg problems, and various other happenings, we haven't even looked at the river. I can well imagine it's really high due to the heavy rain we've had these past couple of weeks (I don't think it would stop the mayfly from hatching though).
|She'd grown up near the river and knew its moods: the gentle slide in August, the hard rush that followed the winter storms. She'd taken Gideon fishing at times, and it was their place, their thing.|
From Redemption Road by John Hart.
Which way did he go?
|Apr. 14. Air temp. 5. Cloudy|
I lost a great friend today.
He led me to salmon and trout rivers the likes of which I shall most probably never see again.
He fed me homemade bread, bakeapple pie, moose and scrunchions.
He shared his home and family with me.
He told me stories of a time past.
We laughed - a lot.
We ate wild berries and the blackflies ate me, but never him.
We got lost (although he would deny it and say you can never ger lost on an island).
He loved and cared so much for Fishgirl.
I could go on and on.
Goodbye Harold, may the wind always blow at your back.
The one that didn't get away.
|Maureen, "They bitin'?"|
Tommy, "Not like they used to."
Maureen, "Nah. Shame."
From the movie Goldstone
|Apr. 1. Air temp. 7. Misty|
I know I know, it's Opening Day. And it's a perfect day to be on the river. Misty and no blackflies.
Unfortunately I am in no shape to be fishing. Don't know when I'm going to shake this doozy of a cold but I don't think it will be soon.
I imagine the water will be at a nice level and we'll have to get in before it starts dropping due to a lack of runoff from a snowless winter. We'll wait and see. Maybe Fishgirl can get in a trip by herself.
|"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow."|
From The Road by Cormac McCarthy
|Mar. 14. Air temp. 3. Windy/Cloudy|
The card reads ... May you escape the gallows, avoid distress, and be as healthy as a trout.
We lost a couple more trees in yesterdays windstorm. Pretty soon there won't be any trees for the squirrels to climb. I was talking to a couple of old-timers last week and they both said how they'd noticed an increase in the winds over the past few years.
And, talking of squirrels, we got our twelfth not so long ago.
The crows have definitely taken over the eagles lookout.
|The corners of Pop's mouth pull tight, and he's a fish pulling against a hook, a line, something much bigger than him. And then it's gone, and he blinks at me and looks away.|
From Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward
|Frank, "The fish hate you, you know."|
Frank, "Yeah. Fish like older men. If you read more, you'd know about these things. And because they hate you, we haven't caught anything."
From the movie 24 Hours To Live
|February 12. Air temp. 5. Cloudy|
To the right is number 11. All catch-and-release. 7km back in the woods. I think I should tag them somehow (like a trout), just to see if they make their way back home.
Our property does not have a drop of snow showing anywhere, other than one little pile created by the plow. This does not bode well for the spring runoff, although I'm most probably speaking too soon and we'll have a major storm in March.
The eagles are still around but the crows have driven them off their regular perch at the bottom of our yard.
|February 3. Air temp. -15. Wind chill -25. Sunny/cloudy|
Today is our 34th wedding anniversary.
We celebrated by shooting some snooker (that's Fishgirl potting the black) and lunch at Tim's (that's an xoxo donut). We were both off our game but we sure laughed a lot. Oh, and we put together our anniversary jigsaw puzzle - Outside The Regent.
A friend gave me some discs that his 8mm movies had been transferred to. They contained trout fishing videos that had been taken back in the 50's. To my mind they are priceless but they're sure taking a lot of work to clean up (it'll be worth every minute).
|Agent Ross, "The sounds of the water and the swish of the fly as you present it to the trout. So you have to land it just right, otherwise they get the tickle, and they know, and they get spooked."|
From season 1 episode 1 of Philip K Dick's Electric Dreams
|January 28. Air temp. -12. Flurries|
The eagle has returned! Couldn't manage to get a picture of him but it's so nice to see him back. He was on his usual perch perusing the ducks flying by.
Added another squirrel to the list (that's seven so far). I'm guessing that once we get rid of one family another family will move in and we'll be trapping every squirrel in the neighbourhood (this could go on forever).
I was just checking our fly boxes the other day and it looks like we have enough to get us through another season. I look forward to flicking a fly again but at the same time wondering if my legs will be up to the task (I'm sure they will).
|Vasya shifted in her hiding-place. "Can I help you fish?" she asked, hopefully.|
"Can I watch you fish?"
"Very well," he said.
From The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden
|January 23. Air temp. -7.|
The squirrels got into Fishgirl's car and built a nest around the air filter and chewed a few wires. So, out came the trap again and, as of today, we've caught six of the little rodents. Over the years we've had several cats which used to do a great job at keeping the population down. One of them would proudly bring the squirrel tail to the back door just to show how good he was. Another would lie patiently in hunters mode at the bottom of a tree which the squirrels used and he would simply wait for them to run down and snap them up (like shooting fish in a barrel).
We're passing the winter away playing pool and snooker and doing jigsaw puzzles. That's Fishgirl potting the pink and the puzzle is titled "Afternoon Angling".
Gifts over Christmas included a chocolate double crisp Christmas catch bass (half eaten), a pair of socks with a pool cue and balls insignia (which I will wear the next time we play pool) and a fish jigsaw puzzle.
On Jan. 4/5 we were hit by a "Weather Bomb" which took out the power, phone, tv and internet. We were lucky in that we only lost one huge spruce tree which landed (without any damage) in our neighbours back yard. If the tree had fallen the other way it would have taken down our power pole.