14/12/2010

Kayak Pike on the fly.

It was like the field of dreams, only it was a little lake in west Cork... I met up with Diablo for some Pike fishing.
The tactics were simple... fly or lure.. but mostly fly.
We set up almost identical fly gear and set to work... but the fishing was slow.
Diablo struck first with a jack on the fly, and after some failed attempts, he suggested we break up some ice over a favourite drift and then break for lunch.
After lunch we returned and set to work...that's when the Ass kicking began...
OUCH!
He struck again and again... landing some and others coming off... all jacks with one good fish lost...
I, on the other hand, struggled... and did not get so much as a follow...
I changed flies and lines to no avail.... and eventually the sun set and we had to return... I was a beaten man... the slagging match began and i had to take it all..
A Bandon man shows no mercy........
I WILL RETURN!!

All set.....waiting for the "guide"

Heading out for glory....

Cold but lovely day..


Diablo's spoils....

Bashing the water in vain......

I try in vain to catch....

More of Diablo's fish....

Diablo strikes again....

Home time... getting dark...

The face of a beaten man......