Tuesday 1 December 2015

MCX's Christmas Stocking 2015

It's that time of year again.  Despite all the joy and goodwill of the season, I find the speed with which Christmas comes around extremely frightening and thus mildly depressing.  What's worse, as I get older, it seems to come round all the faster.  In fact, once you're past 60, all time passes more quickly.  When I was young I impatiently willed future events to happen: Christmas, birthdays (especially the 13th and 18th), shooting days and fishing trips.  Time passed agonizingly slowly, except on the day itself.  Now time has a special value like all scarce commodities: I'm in no hurry to reach my next birthday, I just wish to live the intervening period to the full.  On the other hand, as the overall population ages and we pensioners become the majority, it may just be that our collective desire to slow the clock could trump the mass of impatient youth willing it faster.  Of course that depends on us remembering what we're trying to achieve and not nodding off while the young catch us unawares.

September and October passed in a flash to close the dullest salmon season since 2003, albeit with the blinding highlight of my best ever salmon (which, no doubt, you are fed up with hearing about).  As I noted in my last post, it was all down to the weather, or lack of it.  The number of cancelled and blank days left me with very little if anything useful to say, which is a pity because I enjoy writing about salmon and fishing - by any standard lovely things to think and write about.  So now it's time to cheer up and get ready for Christmas, which this year will be exceptionally cheerful as it coincides with the arrival of our first grandchild (and there's another one due with the spring run, what joy indeed).  I can wait for both events, but I'll be overjoyed when they arrive in due turn.

Turning back to the subject at hand, as I explained last year, it's not easy to be novel or original with a Christmas wish-list.  The leaping edge of hyped fishing technology and innovation doesn't usually fit in a stocking, let alone within a sock sized budget, so what follows is just plain handy.  It's also a useful way of reminding Mrs Christmas what I'd like in mine.  But if you are going to follow my advice, it pays to be quick.  Last year I recommended the Loop Multi reel at a bargain 40% reduction at Angling Active, which presaged it going out of production.  They sold all the remaining examples within 10 days, so be alert and shop early.  There's a hardy perennial in this year's stocking that has gone out of production, so don't let it slip through your fingers.

Stocking Fillers

The usual MCX criteria apply, in that all of these items:

  • Work well and add value on the river
  • Are cheap enough to be stocking fillers
  • Offer good quality and value for money
  • Fit in a sock
So there are no surprises here, just the hardy perennials.

Top of the pops this year is this brilliant item, first featured in 2014.  It's not pliers but a 'mitten clamp' available from Sportfish at £18.99.  I had always used pretty burly forceps for unhooking salmon and thought myself good at it, but this tool is a game changer.  Instead of using just a thumb and forefinger on the job, you're applying the whole hand.  Lock on, twist and done in 2-3 seconds, even when it's a bombproof double hold right through the jaw grisle of a 32 pounder.  The rubber handles are nicely grippy and the locking mechanism is foolproof.

The Snowbee mini tube fly box is making its positively last appearance in the MCX Stocking because those daft Devonians have taken this little gem out of production.  However, John Norris still has a few left in stock at £20.  We all carry too many flies, so the economy this enforces is the perfect antidote.  It's only about the size of a cigarette carton.  The spring holders work brilliantly: your tube flies stay where they're put without silly rattles or risk of loss.  I mourn the passing of a design triumph, so snap one up before Norris run out.

It may sound prosaic, but finding a good pair of wading socks is harder than you think.  Of course they need to be comfortable, but there's no comfort in putting your back out whilst trying to get the neoprene feet of your waders off at the end of the day.  There is an almost glue-like bond between cotton socks and neoprene that becomes Araldite unbreakable when damp.  The best answer is a man-made fibre, polyamide or polypropylene, which wicks moisture away, and best of all, remains warm when wet if you've fallen in (again).  I found the HJ socks 78% polyamide, 22% wool at £5.75 in the wonderful emporium of G Woodall & Sons, rope and canvas makers of Malton (we have such places in Yorkshire), when shopping for replacement shock cord for my old Snowbee wading stick (yes, the janners stopped making the good old model with the plain handle some years back).  Woodalls merits a brown sign as a national tourist destination, a genuine market town time capsule, but if you can't get to Malton, you can buy the HJ socks on Amazon.

I always glue my knots and have done since losing an enormous trout to knot failure about 20 years ago.  I haven't had a knot fail since.  My favourite is Loon Knot Sense which forms a neat translucent blob that you can shape before it cures when exposed to sunlight or UV.  It's nice and thick, so it doesn't run everywhere in the event of an accident (unlike normal superglue).  A tube costs £6.99 from John Norris and lasts a whole season and more.

Leaking waders are very bad for morale, so I always keep a tube of Aquasure in my fishing tool kit in the car box.  it's another £6.99 item at Norris.

You always need more polyleaders to make good the attrition of the previous season, and they take up little room in the sock.  I've found Airflo as good as any: they cast nicely and are good value at £5.99 (they last a whole season unless you fight a whopper or a large rock).  If you use fluorocarbon as a leader material you don't need an intermediate polyleader as the sink rate is similar.  The Slow, Fast and Super Fast sinkers cover almost all requirements.

By the way, don't put a spool of fluorocarbon in the stocking, because it will probably be of 2014 manufacture and thus 2 years old when used.  Wait until just before your first outing.

Mrs Christmas gave me a new pair of the Snowbee gloves last year, but here they are again as a reminder for you.  At £10.99 they're still great value and good for everything other than very cold spring fishing. They can't sell many pairs of the Simms equivalent in Yorkshire at £55.

Good Kit

After another season including spring fishing on the Dee, I remain absolutely delighted with the Simms cold weather trousers.  Whether on their own or part of a layered system, they are excellent all round.  The hydrophobic coating works a treat.  After rigorous testing (by falling in twice), I can confirm that these trousers still keep you warm.  If, however, you were wearing jeans, you would have a most unpleasant and cold day.  To make matters even better, Angling Active currently have them at a special offer price with free UK delivery.

By the way, how can Simms produce something this good at a sensible price, and then try to charge you £32.99 for a pair of nippers?  Those are definitely not on my Christmas stocking list.

I wish you a very happy and joyful Christmas.  

Monday 23 November 2015

Look Back in Sadness - 2015 Season

Unless you're a professional meteorologist, writing about the weather isn't much fun. Personally I should prefer to write about salmon fishing.  However, the unusual weather has been the dominant factor in the 2015 season, as indeed it was in 2013 and 2014.  By the end of June I was so concerned with the weather and its effects that I penned The Vital (Missing) Ingredient.  Unfortunately the optimism to which I clung so gamely was defeated in the following months.

I'm not going to go into analysis of why the weather behaved as it did as there's too much complexity and hypothesis in that side of the business, so I'll stick to the simpler measurable stuff.

Average figures (C) Met Office
The vital measurable ingredient is of course water, but it's been in short supply this year.  The red bars in the graph are the readings from my garden gauge.  It's not wholly accurate: pups knock it over; the labrador drinks from it; and on rare occasions it's even warm enough for a bit of evaporation. Nonetheless the message is clear: it's been a very dry year. As a result my apple crop - normally a pride and joy - has been very poor, with small, thick-skinned flavourless fruit. Moreover, much of the rain that did fall between May and October came in brief but concentrated bursts - 28 of September's 38 mm fell in a single storm, which contrived to miss Wensleydale entirely.  Thus, when the river did rise, it wasn't by much or for long, and the general absence of water downstream caused any spate to dissipate quickly. Without any signal to run, the salmon waiting in the Humber just stayed put.

Readings (C) Environment Agency
In the peak months of the season for the upper Ure the river fishes best with falling water at the levels between the two blue lines.  You will observe that those conditions obtained only 6 times in the 3 months. In any event, the lack of summer rain meant that there were precious few fish available to catch in August, which accounted for half of the theoretically 'good' days. Thereafter salmon were unable to run the river until October.

For most of the season the Ure was on its bones with the gauge flat-lining at 30cm and not worth fishing. Indeed, I cancelled 60% of my booked days despite my natural desperation to be on the river.  Despite the lack of water, HMCX and I fished our annual father and son bonding expedition at the beginning of October, with only one fish hooked and lost (which, of course, was a repeat of 2014). It was desperate: I caught fish only on the back of the early October spike and the subsequent minor bump.  The spate at the end was too much and the fish just weren't interested.

Readings (C) Environment Agency
In many respects 2015's abject lack of water was similar to 2014, when the run didn't start until well into October.  As a result there were only 8 days in that month that combined both fish and 'good' water.

Readings (C) Environment Agency
The issue is highlighted if you contrast the last 2 very bad years with the outstanding 2011.  Not only was the river well topped up by frequent bigger spates, but also the smaller ones provided a steady succession of no fewer than 33 'good' fishing days with falling water. In addition, the small rises in September delivered a further 6 days' excellent fishing.  We started catching salmon in mid-August and thereafter at an increasing rate all the way to the end of the season.

Here you can see the marked differences between one good and two very bad years on the Ure. Having 80% fewer good days and 5 times as many bad ones certainly meets the definition of a very poor season.
That figure is also reflected in the sharp decline in my average salmon per day, from 1.8 in 2011 to 0.3 this year and last.

It is, however, essential to remember that a run of bad fishing years doesn't indicate the imminent demise of salmon.  If the water conditions don't encourage or permit them to run, then the salmon will wait until they change, or possibly go elsewhere.  They are not constrained by the arbitrary dates of our seasons, and in the Ure at least have probably been making up for lost running time during the November floods.  Provided that there are fish present our ability to catch them is determined by a wide range of variables.  Amongst them the water level is a preeminent factor as it directly impacts our ability to fish effectively and the salmon's response to our efforts. It therefore provides a respectable retrospective differentiation between potentially good and bad years, even if we can't do anything about it.

Let us also remember that the Ure is a recovering river, in which salmon were declared extinct in the 1960s.  Over the past decade we have witnessed a wonderful recovery, born of the consequences of de-industrialisation and change in the 1980s and 90s.  In October, even if I couldn't catch them, each night there were hundreds of salmon scrabbling their way up through the shallows below Masham, their backs exposed to the moon, relentlessly pursuing their life's mission.  So I refuse to be glum: I'll put 2015 behind me and face 2016 with the happy optimism that has been the feature of my past 60 years' fishing.  After all, El Nino may yet manage an about turn.

Wednesday 14 October 2015

The Beast of Wensleydale

Last Friday I fished the Thoresby beat of the Bolton Hall water on the Ure up in Wensleydale.  I was respectably optimistic: the river had risen sharply on Wednesday after heavy rain and had fallen steadily to a slightly low but eminently fishable level of +18".  The duration of the spate didn't promise a wholesale run up from the estuary, but it would certainly concentrate the significant numbers of fish that have been resident over the summer in the 40 miles of river above York.

Flesh Dub at +18"

I put my guest onto Frodle Dub before going downstream to fish Flesh Dub, which was looking lovely on a glorious bright autumn day.  In the absence of rain and wind most of the leaves are still on the trees to show their colourful glory.  Despite the passage of 2 days there was still plenty of visible colour in the water.  There were two reasons for this: first, the spate had churned up all of the decaying vegetable matter that had grown on the rocks over the summer, which being lighter than normal sediment, was still hanging in the water.  And second, the very bright autumn sunshine made it look worse through the effects of back-scatter and dazzle.  Every time the sun went behind a cloud you could see quite clearly into the water.

The MCX Score came out at 7.  I deducted a point for the brightness and light effects to arrive at 6, which meant a plain fluorocarbon leader and a fly at #8 or 10.  With the back-scatter problem it would be essential to present the fly above the fish in its Window 3. Anything there will appear as a dark silhouette, so colour was not a big issue.  Accordingly I put an MCX Dark Shrimp on a 13 foot leader and got to work with the MAG 13.

Within a few minutes I missed an energetic grilse take in the fast water in the mid-stream at the head of the pool.  A quick double knock, a shake of its head and it was gone.  In little more than 18-24 inches of water, this fish was clearly intent on running, and was certainly fully alert.  I might have missed the opportunity, but the overall morale impact was positive, because grilse are rarely singular.

Fully focused on the task I fished steadily down the pool.  Just past the little point on the left I cast to a well known and productive lie about 2/3 rds of the way across.  The take was solid and positive as a good fish turned away.  I fingered the line and leaned back to set the hook.  The strength of the fish was obvious from the outset: it was akin to being attached to a very powerful and athletic tractor.  Whenever it decided to go somewhere, it went.  Even with the rod at 45 degrees for maximum effect and at full bend, all I could do was influence.  I made my way up onto the bank, discarded the wading stick and net, and made an outline plan.  There's plenty of room in Flesh Dub to fight a big fish - it's over 250 yards long - but there are 3 rocks to avoid (I've lost good fish round 2 of them) because a leader just won't take that sort of punishment.  Two are in the middle and the third down by the willow tree on the far side.  So the key choice is whether to conduct the fight above or below the middle rocks.  In the event the fish decided that above was its preferred option - most of the time!

After 10 minutes I had still not seen the fish.  It was clearly very big: I guessed something over 20 lbs.  Every time it ran obliquely to the current it generated massive force: it was a bit like fighting a door.  This meant going up or down the bank, depending on which way I hoped to make it turn.  When it went downstream it was unstoppable: all I could do was follow to stay square.  After 20 minutes I hadn't got it any closer to my side of the river.  Shortly thereafter it came in my direction and we saw each other for the first time at a range of 10 yards.  We reacted in different ways: I was mutely shocked by the sheer size of the beast; he was seriously angry, and headed off down the pool towards the willow tree.  Along the way he made 3 great leaps clear of the water with lots of head shaking and tail crashing.  The splashes on re-entry were on a par with my efforts in a Tuscan swimming pool this summer.  Each time as he came up I dropped the rod tip to the water to slacken the line to limit the risk of him striking the leader with his tail, or worse, rolling over it.  Once he had turned and completed the inspection and testing of my backing, I headed off in pursuit.  After a little while he took against the lower part of the pool and headed back up, whilst I piled on the side strain to guide him past the middle rock and followed up the bank to stay square or slightly below him.

I clearly had a problem: there's nowhere to beach a fish on Flesh Dub, and trying to net the beast on my own would be horribly risky.  Accordingly, I filled my lungs and let rip with the loudest "Help!" I could manage, whilst frantically waving to my guest 250 yards upstream.  Pride has its limits, and I was quite ready to accept assistance.  Eventually, to my intense relief, he got the message and advanced down the bank with his very large net.

It then took a further 20 minutes to get the fish into an area where I could watch its movement and start manoeuvering it towards netting.  Even so, its head hadn't come up, nor had there been any sign of its flanks, the key indicators of readiness to land.  Tony took up station on a small promontory by an inlet clear of large rocks, whilst I endeavoured to steer the fish for a head first entry.  The primary means to this end was moving about on the bank (up/down, forward/back) in order to keep the rod at 45 degrees.  Once you raise the rod above 60 degrees your ability to exert side force evaporates.  After 5 minutes and two passes, Tony executed the perfect head first netting, and held the fish in the water.  The fish and I were probably equally tired, but I was on cloud nine of exultation.  He was seriously fed up and showed it.

I've caught several salmon in the range 23-29 lbs, interestingly all of them hens, but this cock was a totally different experience.  Every bit of him was on a grand scale - tail, fins, flanks and head.  He had displayed extraordinary stamina: even my largest hen came easy after about 20-25 minutes, allowing me to do solo landings.  The MAG had been bent at 90 degrees on full power for most of 45 minutes.  By the end I was holding the upper cork with both hands and my fingers were starting to stiffen.  One thing that would never have given way was the hook hold: both sides of the double were right through the toughest part of the upper jaw grisle about an inch forward of the scissors.  One quick wrench with the locking pliers and it was out.

Tony ran the tape measure over him: 42 inches from nose to fork.  A quick consultation of the tables offered 32, 34 and 35 pounds.  Allowing for time in the river - although his mass depletion was negligible - I opted for a best estimate of 32 pounds.  In any event I have finely calibrated arms at precisely that weight - the 15 Kg budget airline baggage allowance for my wife's suitcase!

Then it was one quick lift for the photos and away he went, hopefully to do his duty at spawning time.  As Tony was stood several feet above me in the water, the photograph doesn't do justice to the beast's impressive depth of 12".  It's not pretty, but it is magnificent.

Happy Day - 9th October 2015
32 lbs cock fish

All salmon fishing involves luck.  There is no clever or expert explanation for my catching this wonderful fish.  If you put the right sort of fly in roughly the right place with a nice straight leader, then perhaps the fates may smile upon you.  And when it happens, don't be surprised.

Thursday 17 September 2015

Vision MAG 13' #8/9

When choosing a new rod I can be extraordinarily indecisive, which isn't helped by the breadth of choices available.  Identifying what sort of rod is the easy bit: deciding which rod is hard if you approach the problem with an open mind.  There isn't another area of my life where I spend so much time on making a decision, so the condition must be fishing specific.  In that respect, the possibility of writing on this blog about my choice is almost certainly a restraining factor, because I had to practice what I preach about being methodical and trying before buying.

When I wrote Springtime - Swallows, Primroses and Salmon Rods on how a novice should go about buying a rod, I opined that the middle price range was where you would find the best combination of performance, quality and price.  That remains my view: the marginal gains at the top of the market are just that, marginal.  You don't get double the performance for twice the money, or even an extra 20% for that matter.  Those marginal gains are dwarfed by the cast-to-cast variability of normal mortals like me.  Conversely there are some excellent rods in the lower price range (the Shakespeare is outstanding at its price) but there are more design and quality compromises in that zone, and hence greater risks of disappointment.  Working to a tight budget does, however, focus decision making admirably.

There is no Holy Grail of the "Best Rod in the World" because this is not an objective business.  The winner of the prize is the one that suits you best, within the parameters of your physique, casting style and proficiency.  The only person who can tell you what's best for you is a very highly experienced casting instructor who has spent several hours watching you casting a wide selection of rods and lines.  Everyone else's views are just opinions - no more than that - irrespective of their enthusiasm for a preferred brand.  For all those reasons my strongest recommendation on choosing a rod remains "try before you buy", because that's the only way you'll know that it feels right.  Don't fall into the trap of thinking that you ought to like a rod because its 'good', expensive, made by a prestigious company, or your friend has one.  I suppose it's a bit like falling in love: you don't know the real thing until it happens.  When 37 years ago I met the striking young woman who became my wife I was completely decisive (and right), which proves that this current indecision on rods must be  just another one of my fishing oddities.

Defining the Requirement

14 footer conditions
Flesh Dub at +24"

I do most of my fishing on the Ure.  When the water's up on Thoresby a 14 footer is an appropriate and more relaxed solution to the demands of sinking tips and weighted tubes. On Bolton Hall  you don't need that power at any water level, but a light 12 footer isn't good higher water conditions.  On those grounds a 13 footer seemed a sensible compromise.

Not 14 footer conditions
Upper Bolton Hall at +15"
As a lot of the fishing on Bolton is off or directly adjacent to the bank, trees and vegetation, it was an essential requirement for the rod to be good for roll and ad hoc casts, and responsive when only partially loaded.  Very fast, stiff rods that demanded full loading to work would be unsuitable (I know, I've tried one).  Conversely, the rod would need the backbone to fight potentially large fish in confined spaces and in places where trees preclude chasing them down the bank.  Finally, it was highly desirable, but not essential that the rod should be able to cope with longer ranges and heavier payloads.


There were 2 major constraints.  

  • An arbitrary budget cap of £500.  You have to draw the line somewhere.
  • Try before buy policy.  This is based on bitter experience: I once bought a premium rod at a great price on the grounds that it was an unmissable deal.  Fine, but the rod didn't suit me, so it wasn't a good deal after all.

These constraints ruled out succumbing to temptation in the form of the £800 Loop Cross S1, which in its 13 foot guise is highly praised; or anything from Sage.  The Loop's popularity is evident from the paucity of examples in the used marketplace: only one has featured on SFF in the past year.  When it did appear I hadn't had the opportunity to try one and thus was reluctant to punt £500 in breach of my policy.

The Trial

The whole process took over a year to complete.  At first I took every possible opportunity to try rods - friends, acquaintances and friendly dealers were very obliging.  This was slow: at this pace it would take me 2 years to cover the field: after a full season I had identified one good contender and eliminated 5 others.  In parallel I sought opinions from experts whom I trusted in order to identify which rods were so far removed from the requirement as to make testing unnecessary: this eliminated a further 5.  By the end of the 2014 season I had reduced the field by about 80%.  Obviously this level of pedantry is out of the question if you're buying your first rod or you have an urgent requirement, but I was in no hurry and had a completely open mind.  Anyway, it was educational and interesting.  The most important thing I learnt was that the verbiage used to promote rods is utterly uninformative and sometimes downright misleading.  There's no consistency or standard lexicon: just a random phrase generator, which seems designed to confuse the angler.  My advice is to disregard the words altogether.

The first year gave me a baseline contender, the Vision Cult 13' 2" #8, the little brother of my favourite 13' 7" #9.  It's a joy to cast and an ideal novice rod because it tells you everything that's going on, which is a huge help in establishing and maintaining your timing.  It loads easily, even when underweight, and met the Ure roll casting requirement perfectly.  If I didn't find anything that I liked better the Cult would do nicely, especially as I got it at a good used price.

When I was hunting the Cult my local Vision dealer, whose opinions I respect and trust, suggested that I should try the new MAG.  Actually I had previously ruled it out because all the sales material emphasised "fast action" and someone else had told me that the MAG 14 was pretty stiff.  On those grounds I was very wary, but a satisfaction/buy-back deal overcame my reluctance.  What then ensued was a head to head trial between the Cult and the MAG.  Every time I went out I fished both rods with identical rigs of line, leader and fly, down the same pools and from the same places on 3 different rivers - Ure, Dee and Deveron - in the full array of weather and water conditions.

But in reading what follows please bear the following in mind:

  • These are my own subjective views.  I am not qualified to reach objective, substantive conclusions.  What suits me may not suit you.
  • I'm not a great caster, but can cover all of the water on the rivers I fish most often.  My impressions are therefore based on my style and technique, with all of their limitations.
  • As I fish smaller rivers, mostly with limited back-cast space, my first choice lines are all shooting heads with a head length in the range 37-42 feet, matched to the requirement I defined above.  I saw no point in testing the rods with lines that I do not own or seem likely to use.
  • Owing to variations within manufacturers' ranges (yes, they are inconsistent), anything I say about 13 footers cannot be translated to the bigger or smaller models.

MAG Initial Impressions

You're unlikely to lose it!

Vision are nothing if not eccentric and the MAG maintains the tradition.  The eye-blinding orange carry-tube hits you as it emerges from the wrapper.  The tube is triangular, which means it doesn't roll about in the car, but it seems more flexible and thus less strong than its cylindrical predecessors.  Through the Cult I'd grown to like Vision's delightfully simple 'stow in the tube' system, so the emergence of a conventional rod bag from the tube was a surprise.

The MAG shares the top price point in the Vision range with the functional Tool, but is entirely conventional in its aesthetics.  The rod is nicely finished in a pleasant green colour with a semi-matt finish.  The tape ribbing is less pronounced than on the Cult.  The rings are Pacific Bay and whipped more sparingly.  The general effect is understated, which suits my taste.

The understatement does not, however, extend to the reel seat.  The good news is that it's down-locking.  Although there's only one nut, it never came loose at any time during the trials with a variety of reels in hard usage.  The gold finish and natty wood seat are not to my taste: I'd much sooner have grey or black.  Taste apart it's a great improvement on the Cult in every functional respect.  With the down-locking the MAG balances nicely with a range of reels, including my Guru and Rulla.

The slim handle is a striking feature, which suits me admirably as I have small hands (Size 8 glove).  It follows roughly the same profile as the Cult but with a reduced diameter that you really do notice when switching between them.  Vision have also tried something different with the MAG: the cork rings in the primary top hand grip zone are arranged with the grain laterally, rather than longitudinally aligned.  I don't know why they've done this, and the net effect isn't an improvement in my view.

Vision MAG 10' #3/4 Trout

Frustratingly there are no alignment marks.   Which raises the obvious question: if Vision put them on the MAG trout range, why not on the salmon rods?

On the Water

Posing on Upper Kirk
By an accident of timing the MAG's first outing was on the Dee in April.  Although this was 14 footer water, the lack of fish led me to set up the MAG for a bit of a diversion.  I put on (what I thought was) an #8/9 AFS with a slow sink polyleader, a 3 foot tippet and medium-sized double fly.  After a few tentative rolls to extend the line downstream I launched into my first proper cast.  Contrary to my expectations I felt everything that happened, right the way down into the butt.  A respectable loop (by my standards) set off across the river to deliver the fly exactly where it had previously landed with a 14 footer.  After 20 minutes of this fun my preconceptions had gone.  This rod had both communication and muscle.  It wasn't as forgiving and communicative as the Cult, especially if you overdid the right hand and overshot the stop, but when I got it right, the line flew.  From the left bank I went through my full repertoire of right handed Single and C Spey; and left handed Double and Snake Roll (a sight for sore eyes), to find it worked equally well for me in all modes.  The MAG certainly met the highly desirable 'power on demand' criterion, but its short range capabilities remained untested.  I later discovered that I had mistaken the line: it was actually a #9/10 37g, which probably explains why it loaded all the way through!

The next session was a long spring day on the Bolton Hall Water of the Ure.  This was the real test of the core roll cast and versatility requirements.  Needless to say the Cult excelled here, but I rapidly discovered that it didn't like being over-lined.  It says 29-34g on the rod and unusually, that's the fact.  In contrast the MAG, also marked as 29-34g gets into its stride at 34g and handles a 37g AFS with ease.  Its roll cast performance was excellent across the spectrum and improved up to the 37g point.  It lacked the Cult's responsiveness at very short range and when under-loaded, but by no definition could the MAG be described as 'very fast' or synonymously 'stiff'.

The final stage was the week on the Deveron.  This started as an exercise in 'far and fine' in very low water, which played to the Cult's strengths.  Then the rain came and I spent the next 5 days roll casting off steep banks with medium and fast sinking leaders and weighted conehead tubes in winds of up to 30 mph.  In my view the Cult was working at its limits in my hands; or more likely, the deficiencies in my technique had curtailed its limits.  In particular its flexibility in the back-cast didn't give me confidence in my ability to control the process and place the anchor reliably.  In contrast the MAG excelled in the challenging conditions.  With the 34g Scandi head it told me what I needed to know during the cast: not as loudly and clearly as the Cult, but perfectly audible even with my imperfect casting ear.   Its steely core inspired confidence both backwards and forwards.  I was delighted with the distance it sent the line across the wind with a little extra bottom hand. With minimum effort it increased my expectations of the water I could cover from the bank.  The search was over: I had found my 13 foot rod.

Bottom Line

In my opinion the MAG 13' a very impressive rod that combines pleasant flexibility and a genuinely through action to deliver excellent feel and power on demand with Scandi-style heads.  Its very wide line weight window gives added options, especially for short range fishing.  Whether it's right for you is another matter.  But if you've gained some casting experience and are looking for a 13 footer to cope with a wide range of fishing conditions similar to mine, then I unreservedly recommend that you include the MAG in your 'must try' category before you buy anything else.  If on the other hand you're just starting, do try a Cult first.


I've now used this rod for 5 years on rivers large and small in Britain and Norway; in high water and low; with floating and sinking lines; and with every combination of tip and fly you can imagine, and some you can't.  During that time it has been my go-to rod for everything except the smallest waters.  Even in my imperfect hands its casting performance is extraordinary.  I tested it, and myself, to my limits in Norway on the Gaula in high water, with thousands of Spey casts of every type, right and left handed.  On that evidence I am in no doubt that this wonderful rod is exactly the right one for me.

It is possible that if you spend twice the money on a Hardy, Loomis, Sage or Loop Cross you might achieve the same level of performance, provided the rod suited you. But at the £500 price point, nothing else came close.

Sadly the MAG is no longe sin production, but if you ever get the chance of a used 13 footer, go for it.  However, please do bear in mind that the excellence of the 13' doesn't guarantee the same characteristics at 12, 14 or 15 feet.

Monday 14 September 2015

Deveron 2015 - Delightful but Dirty

Netherdale Beat 2
Looking upstream, water at + 20"
A rare photo taken in sunshine!

This year Just One Week migrated to the Deveron from its long term residence on the Findhorn. I'd never fished the Deveron, but its reputation, John's report from last year's reconnaissance and the enthusiastic following on the Salmon Fishing Forum combined to lift my anticipation to its usual August - September level.  This year, however, a wonderful family holiday in Italy in mid August diverted me from ranting about the weather or being completely obsessive.  My wife thought my covert looks at the SEPA water levels amidst the glories of Tuscany were acceptable, especially when judged against the standard of the past 15 years' seasonal daftness as evidenced in The Countdown and  Divine Madness.

As always my big worry was whether we would have any water.  The Deveron had a small rise in mid August but the forecast wasn't promising.  It was time for all good folk to come to the aid of the party, so I issued an appeal to friends and contacts for prayers, rain dances and magic.  The effects were variable: Steve, working in Italy, achieved only local effect, putting Pisa Airport under a foot of water on the morning we flew back to England, delaying the flight by 4 hours.  History subsequently showed that the range of his powers increased with practice and the incentive of fishing the same beats the week after me.  The locals, already in a state of grave concern at the lack of fishing, donned full regalia and took to the mountain tops.  No matter who was most effective, it worked!  Indeed, as you will see shortly, in some respects it worked rather too well.

Line cleaning
Warm, not hot, soapy water
Followed by drying and polishing
Once I got home the well practiced routine got underway: checking and stowing kit; servicing reels; cleaning and polishing lines; and finally loading the car.  For once there was no excuse or reason to stop at John Norris: I'd done so little fishing since my last visit in April on the way up to the Dee that nothing was needed.  This year stowing the car presented a greater challenge than normal: the change from a medium sized estate to a compact 4x4 reduced the available volume by 30%, while the dog's box hasn't changed in size and the number of rods seems to have crept upwards.  The smaller car did, however, prompt an unexpected degree of wifely space economy without any prompting on my part.

Following the established meteorological tradition, the rain forecast for the Cairngorms drifted inexorably to the north whilst the Deveron's level drifted southwards.  We just don't seem to get the traditional solid 200 mile wide frontal systems at the moment - just random large scattered showers.  If one hits the catchment area of the river you're going to fish then you may be in luck for a short period, but if not, it just passes by leaving you with ankle deep water.  This phenomenon affects the Deveron more than its neighbours, the Spey and Findhorn, because its catchment is on the north eastern shoulder of the mountains, rather than others on the west side facing the prevailing direction of weather arrival.  For that reason the Spey and Findhorn fished very well throughout August, whereas the Deveron, a mere 15 miles east, was devoid of water.  As I explained in The Vital (Missing) Ingredient, in most salmon rivers, no rain equals no water equals no fish.

Upper Carnousie
We arrived to find the river as expected, very low and clear, with only short stretches of fishable flow.  At normal fishing height the water on the Carnousie beat is up in the grass on the left side.  With only one small lift since the spring there were very few fish in the river, and they would be virtually uncatchable.

On a more positive note, the river was stuffed with trout of all sizes,feisty sea trout and legions of salmon parr.  It's always heartening to see a river full of life with a good supply of invertebrates.

Netherdale 2
The Loggs
The Carnousie and Netherdale beats are very attractive water.  The Deveron is, however, very different from both the popular image and my previous experience of Scottish salmon rivers, in that it isn't set in a glen surrounded by purple mountains.   For much of its length the Deveron runs through prime agricultural land that is intensively farmed with barley and seed potatoes on a good friable loam soil.  The consequences of this geography became apparent as soon as the rain came.

Netherdale 2 starting to rise
Tuesday 10 am
We'd been praying for this to happen and the rain arrived on cue.  It wasn't especially hard but it was persistent and falling throughout the catchment area. After about 6-8 hours the river started to rise slowly but steadily.

The first 4" of the rise
At first it rose whilst running clear, but before long the character of the water changed completely, from this to.....

The product of the next 4"

Aberdeenshire drinking chocolate!  Even without hard rain and rapid run off, enough of the 'friable loam' made its way into the river to make it unfishable.

Early stage of the rise
Depth 20cm horizontal view in shallow water
Windows 1, 2 & 3 visible
Actually, underwater it wasn't quite as bad as it appeared, but still bad enough to reduce one's chances to near zero.  The pink tinge is characteristic of the soil type (the Devonshire Exe is similar).  On the occasions the sun emerged through the clouds the back-scatter of light from the suspended particles was dazzling, and would have been extremely trying for the fish.  The green component at the bottom arises from the tremendous growth of vegetable matter during the long months of low water during the summer, which then detaches as the river rises.

Putting on a brave face
MCX in the rain
The rain kept coming and the river continued to rise.  To be brutally frank the conditions were pretty unpleasant for both salmon and people.  They couldn't see the flies that we were having great difficulty in casting off the raised banks in the gusty 20 knot downstream wind.  Undeterred I kept on trying - what else would you expect - whilst consoling myself that it would be ungracious to complain about the success of our prayers for rain, except that it was never enough to bring the sustained 4 foot spate the river so desperately needed.

Stable level +20"/50cm, Thursday 5pm
Depth 3' 6"/ 1.1m
Horizontal view Window 1 & 2

On the fourth day the rain abated somewhat and the river level stabilised at around +20-24". The mud dropped out and the Deveron re-assumed its more normal high water colour, which had been described to me as "inky".  This picture taken at fish depth suggests that 'Madeira' might be more accurate.  In this zone even a salmon would be hard pressed to detect and react to anything much except at point blank range.  However, the shot below was taken 60 seconds later in the same place but at a different angle.

Stable level +20"/50cm, Thursday 5 pm
Depth 3' 6"/ 1.1m
45 degree upward view of Windows 2 & 3
Elevating the sight line to the salmon's optimum detection angle of 45 degrees changes the tint and contrast, and provides a detection range of about 1-1.5 metres for dark flies. This underlines the key point that the correct depth for presenting your fly is at 45 degrees elevation above and ahead of the salmon, and not at its eye level.  So, while the natural impulse in dirty water may be to reach for the sinking line and go deep, this will be the wrong response because you could be concealing your fly in the gloom of Window 1.  Plus 20" isn't very deep, so a slow sink tip and a Conehead tube will put the fly where it can be seen and reached.

Netherdale 2
Looking down to Burn End
We now started to fish with more purpose and optimism.  There weren't yet many fish in the beats but more were coming off each high tide, especially some lovely pods of silver grilse.  The strong downstream wind was still awkward, especially as the great majority of casts had to be made from the bank.  However, as most of the grilse takes were occurring close to the dangle in the bank margins, there were no extra prizes for forcing long square casts.  You just had to be content with 45 degrees and covering 2/3 rds of the water.  It was nonetheless slow dour work, especially during the squalls.

Netherdale 1
The Doctor's Run
Dour work in a squall

Some of the pools and lies were unfishable with a fly owing to the wind and uncleared bankside vegetation, most notably the otherwise productive Burn End.  Once you got onto the promontory in the shot above, a machete was more useful than a fly rod.

I wasn't even trying to cast square!
A most unusual snag of the D loop
Dead sheep on the croy at the bottom of Netherdale 1 Upper

I don't think that my sticking with the fly made much difference, not least because the spinners weren't catching anything either

Heavy water, raised bank and downstream wind

This shot underlines the point about not striving to cast too far.  You can't fish the lie in the foreground effectively by casting out beyond it.  At this level the running line splits either side of the obstacle, which also provides some good short-halt 'breather' lies.  You have to come at it from a narrower angle with a shorter line. Casting like an automaton to a fixed angle and your maximum achievable distance will win the effort prize and little else besides.

Deveron Silver
Sea-fresh grilse ca 5.5 lbs
1" Cascade conehead on slow sink polyleader
Finally the effort prize turned up before breakfast on the Saturday morning. However, I cannot claim that skill or theory had anything to do with its capture.  This was an outrageous fluke in accordance the finest traditions of salmon fishing.  I had just entered the water on a shallow wading line that gave me room for a left handed Double Spey in the downstream wind, and rolled the shooting head downstream at a shallow angle.  Whilst I was stripping the running line off the reel in preparation for my first full length cast of the day, bang! and there it was, perfect in its silver livery.

Naturally I went into breakfast in high spirits and with optimism that was rising inversely with the river's fall.  Sadly our hopes for a great day were dashed by a further rising and colouring of the water - up 4" during breakfast.  Patrick managed to land a fine 14 pounder mid-morning, but that was all.  I got a nice solid 2 lbs sea trout at lunchtime as a minor consolation at the end of a long hard week's fishing with precious little reward - one salmon and 2 grilse between 5 rods is thin pickings for the first week of September - but that's salmon fishing.

So what did I take away from the week?

  • The Deveron's a lovely river, and given respectable water levels over a fortnight or more would undoubtedly hold a lot of good fish.  But you can't expect much dividend from the first 20 inch rise since the spring.
  • In low clear water the weapon of choice is a small double hander (mine's a 12 footer) or strong single (10' #7), fished with very small flies (#14 & 16) on a fine leader at longer range.  With the raised banks good fieldcraft is essential because the fish can see you over long distances.
  • With the water at +20" a 13 footer is the weapon of choice.  I was using the new Vision MAG for most of the week: my impressions will comprise the next post.
  • You have to put the fly where the fish can reach it, but always present it above the sight line to increase the chance of detection, especially in dirty water.
  • If you've prayed for rain, don't complain when it happens!  Nature isn't fair, it's just natural.
  • When the conditions are marginal you have 2 choices: retire to the lodge; or stick at it and wait for the outrageous fluke.
  • The generosity of advice and kindness from my SFF colleagues was outstanding: thank you Craig and Steve.
  • Gilly and John remain champion hosts and organisers: thank you.

Forlorn hope 2015

A more optimistic view
Netherdale 2
Looking back to the hut