November 24, 2013 3 Comments
This year has been a year of firsts for me, I’ve caught my first fish on a fly rod; a small perch. I also caught the first chub I’ve caught since I was a nipper. I’ve completed my first marathon. I’ve even managed to catch a few trout on the fly.
I’ve not had my first barbel but not through lack of trying! The local river Tame, which meanders through the idyllic Greater Manchester Borough of Stockport. You may think my fruitless trips reflect upon the fact there aren’t any actually any barbel in the river. BUT THERE ARE! I’VE SEEN THEM WITH MY OWN EYES! I saw one cruise out from under a tree. I’ve set up numerous traps for this fish but I have the feeling its a very smart kipper. I’ve actually been on 6 ill fated trips to this stretch to date I’ve caught two small chub. At one point this fish turned into an obsession. It was my Moby Dick. I stalked that little bastard through rain, hail and cold….. still I could not catch her.
Not since the Yorkshire Ripper has a man spent such large amount of time creeping around northern bushes in the dark. Any way I had to put that project on the back burner once I had startled a few too many Stockport residents stumbling out of bushes, drunk as fuck with my rod clasped firmly in both hands!
So with perhaps the most unnecessary and unrelated intro ever seen in the glitzy world of fish blogging here’s a little story about my maiden voyage at Curley’s Fly Fishery in fly fishing mecca ……. Bolton.
Curley’s is a small but surprisingly picturesque reservoir perched amongst the hills of the West Pennine Moors. Don’t get me wrong I usually prefer my fishing to be wilder than Bear Grylls underpants but these days I’m slowing down, I’m losing my edge…. the fire. What I’m trying to say (in a round about way) is that there is a cafe at Curley’s. They have burgers, its brilliant because I’m a fat little piggy.
The fishery is a great place to spend a day and it was relatively quiet until the last hour or so when a few other anglers turned up. I think there are a few pros and cons to the fishery but I would definitely return. I am still in two minds about the numerous pontoons, they look abit ugly and they give you sea sickness if you’re hungover (which is a state I live in perpetually). On the plus side they do make it a lot easier to cast especially if there’s a tricky wind and they make a cracking feature to drift a fly past.