Not That Easy
Generally, there are two types of fishing days; those where everything seems to fall into place and those that do not. Today was one of the latter…..
Having not had the opportunity to get out at all in the last couple of weeks, a break in the schedule and a break in the winds happened to coincide today. I had spent a lot of time in the last three or four months fishing in saltwater. Today was all about freshwater and I had been eyeing up Lough Corrib since I returned to Galway last week.
Gear packed and food prepared, I pointed the van towards Connemara and the mighty Lough Corrib. The journey was a pleasant one, most drives through Connemara are. When I wasn’t stopping to take photographs I was thinking about the monsters that could be pulled from the lake. 6lb perch, 30lb brown trout, 50lb pike!!!
Fanciful? Perhaps. I am of the opinion that Ireland has a few waters that could produce beasts like these and Corrib is definitely one such water. Why? Consider some factors like clean, rich limestone water, an abundance of fodder fish, ample space to name but a few. Combine these factors and it would be quite possible to produce wild fish of gigantic proportions.
I arrived at the lake a lot later than planned and set about launching. I was armed with a fly rod, a spinning rod and a dropshot rod. I had planned to fish lures for the afternoon and switch to the fly rod as the evening rise began. But sometimes plans have a habit of not working out the way you would like them to.
The wind was a bit stiffer than I thought it would be so even with the drift chute deployed I was moving just a little too fast for dropshotting. I would have anchored up to dropshot but I saw nothing on the echo sounder worth anchoring near for the whole afternoon. I ended up looking for features and casting lures blindly at them. I weaved between islands, fished hard over shelves, explored reed beds and concentrated on pinnacles of rock emerging from the water. Nothing.
And just as I thought to myself that there must be no fish in the lake, right on cue a brown trout of about 4lb cleared the water by two feet in a vertical leap. It was if he was reading my mind and jumping to spite me! Three hours into the session and that trout turned out to be the only fish I saw all day.
I got bored firing lures in every which direction so I decided that I would spend the last hour casting flies. There may have been nothing taking from the surface but maybe my daddy long legs could raise something from the depths? Maybe not. It was not like I had been fishing badly, I hadn’t, it was just one of those days.
The sky began to darken and I heard a faint rumble of thunder in the distance. I did not see any lightning but hearing the thunder was enough for me. I headed for shore – being the tallest thing on the horizon and waving 11 feet of highly conductive carbon around did not seem like the wisest thing I could be doing.
Big waters produce big fish but you have to work for them. I was hoping to turn up and catch a nice one on my first trip out. Lough Corrib had other ideas, she is not that easy!