Saturday, 17 March 2012

Mr Weed succeeds. No need to go fancy

Today was our first venture out this year with the fly rods. Blithfield was the venue on the Stoke on Trent Angling Society ticket. Rather good value at a cost of nowt except for the boat hire.

We took a rookey; Mick Lloyd, who has decided he would like to try fly fishing.

Now Mick Lloyd is a great guy. Trouble is he does not listen. We have tried and tried to teach him to cast but he still thinks he is casting a carp rod. We have told him to get a lesson from a pro. But he won't. So things didn't look too good for Mick Lloyd today.

On arrival, at 08:00  the delightful lady, who works on Saturday morning, checked our telephoned booking details.
"I've got Kent and Comerford, (she knows us well) but no Lloyd." she remarked.
"Let me have a look, duck," replied Bone, as he  then proceeded to check the diary...
"Who is Mr Weed?" asked Mick.
Then the penny dropped; Mr Weed was supposed to be Mr Lloyd. We have no idea how you could turn 'Lloyd' to 'Weed' but the name will stay forever!
So..Bone in boat number 6 and Weed and me in number7.

Kent, Comerford and Weed tackled up. Weed asked for fly advice.

Funny, really, how such a simple fly does the business!

"Catching on black buzzers, apparently." I suggested. (did some reckie)
"This OK?" said Weed as he showed me a basic but tidy black buzzer with a red thorax.
"Perfect," I remarked, "might do the job."
To be honest, I thought he had chosen a decent fly but with his lack of casting skills, I thought he might struggle to catch.
I then spent ages sorting my leader set up with what I thought would work.
I tied on my favourite fancy tied buzzers, engine on and off we went.

We anchored, off a bay. I grimmaced at Weeds casting.
"Sit down!" I shouted.
"Got one!" came the reply.
I was made up!, Weed had got one! I put it down to luck.

He then caught four trout in half an hour! He missed loads and lost at least 3.

Why had I not had a touch? He caught his within 10 yards of the boat. I was getting frustrated. If we got back to the pub and Weed had caught and I hadn't, I would never live it down.
Worse still, Bone had also caught two!
It went dead for half an hour. We moved, perhaps 100 yards.
I looked in my fly box. A last resort. A black buzzer with a red thorax and, so plain. One of the first flies I had ever tied. It was a very poor attempt! I also found a little black buzzer type thing that I can't remember tying.
I tied them on.
First cast nowt
Second cast... I decided to move the buzzers through the water. Ha Ha!!!!

I had cracked it. I just could not fail!  One after the other! I have never experienced anything like it!
We all caught our limit and returned the rest.

We packed up.

I asked "Weed" where he got his buzzer from.

"It was the one you tied in the pub when giving me a should have tied two!"

The good old standard buzzer. Luckily I had one like it..
Another thing to note is that after unhooking my second fish, I noticed the hook straightening. After every other fish I had to reshape the profile!

Just tied the one in the picture in 2 minutes. Makes you think.


  1. Good stuff, I've also joined SOTAS, mainly for Rudyard and the Dove - did you see any of the Blithfield anglers doing well from the bank?

    1. Too busy to notice! Sorry.
      Tell you something though. My mate was playing a fish and he shouted, "It's got heavy". His rod dipped under the water good style. He then played the fish and I landed it with it's guts hanging out. Pike!