The first time since trout opener that the river had returned to a normal level
so it was off to the stream.
A pretty cold day with a steady northerly breeze that made being outside
It had not frozen during the previous night so I hoped on increased fish activity.
At the first spot I found out pretty soon that that was not the case.
Spend several hours before I finally found a spot that yielded fish.
A deep fished Perdigon and Squirmy caught the fish today.
The dace where no surprise, the gudgeon was.
To topp it all off I caught a nice brown trout in one of the rapid flowing spots.
Warmer weather is on the way so fishing might finally improve.
The mission to catch fish after a week of stormy weather with lots of rain
was sort of a mission impossible.
All the water on the fields and in the ditches did not forebode anything good.
As expected all the streams where filled to the brim and had coffee colored water.
The plan C of last session was now plan A but when I arrived at the side channel
of the feeder stream water was blasting through.
I had hoped for better clarity but alas it was not to be.
I had exactly one hit on the squirmy and that was it.
Had to shelter for an intense rain shower, it was cold rain.
Plan B was to fish the forest section way upstream on the main river.
Flow rate was extreme and with the murky water nothing worked.
In hindsight pretty normal for this time of year.
Conclusion of the day … a total blank.
At least I spotted another blue winged olive, if it gets a little warmer
fishing might actually improve.
After a short glimpse of spring temperatures went down again.
Yesterday the morning started with -5 C.
I went out late in the morning when the temperature rose.
During the week I noticed that a fellow club member had caught a quite big chub on one of the streams I fish.
Normally I would go there only in high summer, catching a large fish however seemed a welcome change.
I checked out the best summer spots but the water was completely dead.
Water was up a bit but clarity was ok, current a tad too fast.
The only action was on land with lots of roe deer roaming around and oddly many pheasants.
Plan B was to fish behind the clubhouse where the stream was wide and
That spot had to be the day saver but it was completely dead, could not spot any fish activity at all.
Already late in the afternoon the sun was low in the sky and I was still fishless.
Could it be, first skunk of the year … nah … plan C was drafted.
There was one spot where the local council had done some stream restauration.
A formerly straightened part had been changed in a freely meandering stream with a side channel that flooded during extreme high water.
The side channel was my target as it was slow moving to stagnant and functioned as a shelter for the stream fish.
When i arrived I noticed many rings on the water so my hopes where high.
I fishing only a short time but at least I caught a couple of small roach and bleak. Small fish but skunk avoided.
Next week the weather will change to a more wetter and warmer type.
Maybe I will put in some more time at the plan C spot as there are bigger
fish in there.
Another week with different conditions.
The heatwave had passed, this morning weather was chilly … it was actually freezing.
I opted for a late start and went out when the temperature was just above freezing as I hated deicing guides all the time.
The skies where clear and blue in the city, as soon as I entered the farmland low clouds and fog rolled in.
Another change from last week was the fact that the water in the stream had dropped 8 inches and was a lot clearer.
The good spot from last week was worthless, tried everything but could only muster a tiny dace on the squirminator.
The plus side was that I noticed the first small mayfly plus a rising fish.
A spot in the forest yielded more dace with the largest one of the day.
Fishing was slow, to cold during the night I figure.
Trout season starts March 16th. so I hope they toss in a few stockies for some more action.
As the first day of my season yielded fish in difficult circumstances I figured
a second try might be in place.
This time I had more time on my hands to check out the stream
Off course the water was still high and dirty but the spot that worked a day
before fished well in the morning.
Plenty of bites with lots of misses as the fish would often grab the tail of
You would feel the resistance of the bite and the moment when the fish let go.
I caught the same mix of roach and dace but this time one of the roach had
had some size to it.
I tried other spots nearby but had no luck.
With the crowds coming out on a sunny warm day I retreated to the forest
where I had no luck the day before.
In the forest I tried a few of the deeper spots and felt takes.
Did not run into any trout but one of the dace I caught had some size to it.
Although temperatures will taper off to more normal values for February
the lack of rainfall will hopefully clear the river for next weekend trips.
Alas no food pictures due to lockdown in Germany for the foreseeable future as all eateries are closed.
Same as in the Netherlands where there also is a curfew between 21.00 and 04.30 hours. Trying times.
Within one week we went from a cold snow storm to warm springs days.
As I had to renew one of my fishing licenses I opted to fish the stream for
the first time this year.
Off course it would be difficult as all the snow had melted and all ditches
and stream where in flooding stage.
The spot I choose to start my fishing session had fast colored water.
Whatever I tried I did not get any bites.
I tried an hour or so to no avail, as I had some time to kill before
picking up the license I did some sightseeing in the area.
I went up what the locals call the mountain which is the first major
hill in an otherwise flat landscape.
The license process did not take up much time so I had time left over
to spend at the water.
Off course I could not end my first fishing day in a blank so I went to
the one and only spot that could save me.
The good spot also suffered from the high colored water.
The plus side however was the large current seem with slow moving water.
Fly of choice was the squirminator that was heavy enough to get deep and
had a large enough profile to be detectable by the fish.
It took some time before I had the right depth and speed figured out but
then I ran quickly into fish.
Small fish but at least some action in difficult circumstances.
I was happy to end this nice day with the first fish of the season.
With the year ending it was time for the annual pike fishing session with some of my friends.
Due to pandemic issues we where left with four attendees but all in good health and spirit.
The plan was to visit a local stream and harass the pike if any where around.
As a result of several days of rain the stream we wanted to fish was dirty and high.
Combined with the presence of other anglers we switched to plan B, fishing a nearby canal.
The canal was dug in 1887 to transport goods from nearby Germany to the Netherlands.
Soon after its opening the competition from railroads made it obsolete and shipping ceased in the sixties.
Some of the bridges where replaced with culverts and now it was just used for drainage and recreational purposes.
We tried but the action was slow to non-existent.
Only one of us actually landed a small pike while another one had a hookup but missed the fish.
It was still a pretty day to be outside and nice to see everybody doing ok.
The fact that I would end this shitty year with a blank sat not well with me.
With the company closed for the holidays I had some time on my hands and decided against better judgement to give it another try.
A look at gages from nearby rivers did not promise anything good, everywhere the levels where
double of what they should be.
When I came at the stream close to where I live I heard the water rushing and as expected it was high and dirty.
I first tried to dump a squirmy along the edges of the fast flowing water hoping to entice a yellow perch to hit the fly, it did not work.
With the lack of visibility I figured the only thing that could work in these conditions was a large flashy fly.
As I had the four weight with me large flies where a no-no but I had two large black and silver streamers that where light enough to do the job.
I added a nice trace in front of the fly and probed the more slowly flowing eddies.
Within half an hour I got a hit, a small pike had grabbed the fly.
This was surely a lucky shot and it would be hard to replicate, I tried anyway.
With the water flowing so fast the only other feasible spot nearby was a
The weir had been replaced by a cascade of small dams and the wide pool at the end would be my next target.
This time it took longer for a fish to hit but again a small pike decided to hit the fly.
As I noticed the crowds arriving I figured it might be a good time to spot.
So in the end the last fishing session of the year ended with success leaving me to wish everybody the best for next year.
In the so called dark days before Christmas I was not the only one to hit the river while it was possible.
Pretty consistant action for such a late date in the year.
I spotted a few carp, noticed dace rising to small midges and caught several roach and dace on nymphs and squirmies.
I had many tail bites on the squirmies which again shows how effective that fly can be to generate bites …
Catching fish that bite on the squirmy however is a different story.
I had planned to fish on saturday despite the cold weather.
On friday message came that help was needed at the club’s hatchery.
I figured the best time to fish would be the afternoon so I headed to the hatchery first.
The task at hand was to clear out a hatching pond.
Before that could happen the resident trout needed to be caught and sorted along weight.
I had my waders with me so I entered the basin and caught a few hundred brown trout with some very nice fat rainbows mixed in.
After the work I warmed at the fire in our club house for a while and went out to the river.
Recent rains had risen the water level but clarity remained.
As it was standard in winter fish where few and at first I could not spot any.
Nymphs remained untouched whatever I tied on or how deep I fished them.
As a last resort I tied on a squirmy and that did the trick as I caught a small dace.
Other spots I visited where empy, with the sun low in the sky I went into the forest to check the last mark of the day.
I noticed fish, again small dace with curiously a gold fish mixed in.
I had counted that all dumped gold fish would have been victim of the herons by now.
After getting two more dace I called it a day.
As the sun was still visibile I made a short stop at a nearby sand pit and made some exploratory casts along a few reedbeds.
I fished a small streamer in perch livery hoping for a pike or perch but nothing was moving.
I stopped to watch the sun set and headed back home.
Maybe it was not the brightest idea to visit the chub stretch in
winter but I did.
I figured the chances of getting a chub where almost non-existant
but I had to try anyway.
En route to my favourite chub haunts I made a stop at the river
to see how the water was looking.
Surprisingly the clear water was full of small roach so I had to fish there.
The fish where skittish but I caught at least one small roach.
Further along the stream I spotted the first chub.
The fish also saw me and made a run for it.
With the aquatic- and bankside vegitation gone a stealth approach was
I encountered more chub at my honey holes but all ran at the first sight
I came across one of my fellow clubmembers and chatted for a while.
He was after pike but had not seen a fish all day.
I mentioned my last port of call would be the feeder behind our clubhouse.
And so I did, when I arrived at the clubhouse I noticed a pike in the middle of the shallow stream.
I tied on a leader with a trace and launced a polar minnow in perch
livery to the pike, no reaction at all.
Clouds rolled in and it started to rain, I could not spot the pike anymore.
When the rain stopped I tried locating the pike and soon got a strike.
I battled the pike for a short while and then the hook came out, bummer.
At least I did not end the day with a skunk.