SALMON TALES - Win a SAGE Z-Axis double-hander
SALMON TALES - sponsored by SAGE
Ever dreamed of literary greatness? This competition may not lead you to the Booker or Pulitzer Prize, but it could win you a fantastic Sage Z-Axis salmon rod!
In three different monthly competitions from May-July, tell us your best salmon/steelhead/sea trout stories in less than 150 words. We are looking for short tales capturing the essence of fishing for these magnificent wild species with a different topic/style each month.
This competition starts now;-
May 2010 - Fishy Tales - tell us your most humorous experience in the pursuit of these elusive giants, true or fictional.
Just reply to this thread below with your entry.
The overall winner becomes the proud owner of a brand new:
SAGE Z-Axis Series Double Handed Fly Rod Size: 15ft 0in #10 4pce (RRP £779)
This is not all. The winning entry may also be featured on the Sage website (at Sage's discretion) which is probably more alluring to a fishing enthusiast than winning either the Booker or Pulitzer Prize!
The lucky monthly winners can choose a Spey Line of their choice courtesy of Rio.
Terms and conditions
- Maximum of two entries per member per monthly competition.
- Closing Date and Time: Competition closes for entries at midnight (GMT) on the last day of each month respectively. Entries made after the closing time will not be taken into consideration. The overall winner will be decided upon and announced in August.
- The winners will be contacted by us once a decision has been made.
- Any person who is an employee or an immediate family member of an employee of Far Bank Enterprises or Fish&Fly Ltd is ineligible to participate.
- All decisions of Fish&Fly Ltd will be final and binding. No correspondence will be entered into.
- By submitting content, you agree to give Fish&Fly a permanent, irrevocable licence to use your content as it thinks fit.
My first trip to the mighty River Towy!
Some years ago I was privileged to be asked by three good friends to accompany them on a trip to Wales to fish the mighty Towy. We were to recce the river before the Sea-Trout festival to get prior knowledge of the infamous Sea-Trout Mecca of Wales; we were met by another good friend and expert in Welsh rivers Jonathan Jones.
We were ready to start and I was to fish below the weir while my friends took up the line in front of the weir. Darkness had descended and the tuneful sound of Sea-Trout splashing made us impatient and excited, as I stepped into the water two massive Sea-Trout launched themselves out of the river twenty yards below me, I let out my line mended it and counted the line round to adjust for the flow third cast BANG,YES! I shouted the line raced and raced the sound of my reel was echoing up the river and my friends were cheering then! something was wrong my line started to go up in the air, I was confused so being a Cumbrian and was not wanting to lose my fly line to the flying Sea-Trout I screwed down my drag and then there was an almighty crash as the SWAN! hit the water, all I could hear was “it must be massive with that splash!” as people were starting to congregate on the bank I had to own up to the fact I had hooked a Swan. In the distance you could hear Welsh obsanities about the English but the laughter was drowning those out.
Thankfully the Swan was alright, and that it had broke my line as I was not looking forward to unhooking it!!!
We all got back in the water and the laughter was too much and then came the piece Del a resistance one of my friends is large man and pulling his waders on was like pulling on a sausage skin, well he was laughing that much he was flatulating and starting to loose his balance then it came one fart to many and his waders burst!! making one hell of noise, Needless to say we were about to be banned from the river so we had to get out and have a bar-be-que and a drink.
“The Margaree.” It just gets in your blood.
Sept. 29 started great – I was headed for “The Margaree” via Atlanta, Boston, and Halifax, Nova Scotia. My son, Michael dropped me off at the airport but not before telling me that this would be the last time that I would be going without him. Hopefully I could reserve a spot for him next year.
Once I arrived in Halifax, Nova Scotia I had to go through customs. Now the Canadian Customs officers in Nova Scotia sometimes ask many questions – especially if you are an American – the one that I had asked me what I was going to do in Canada. I guess he thought I was importing fly fishing rods into Canada – because he asked, “Why I needed three rods.” What a question – I was going to fish “The Margaree.” If he knew anything about fishing he would have known that you come prepared.
Keeping Grandmother happy!
In my now distant youth, we fished for fun and occasionally for the pot. For example, mother expected fresh salmon to be conjured up to pacify my irascible grandmother on her occasional visits. One such time the call went out. I was dispatched to high Cree where large numbers of autumn fish gathered in the dub above the road bridge. Conditions here were poor. The other solitary angler had blanked. Cockily I stated that I’d have a fish in five minutes. To his horror, I slung a bunch of lobworms the size of my fist into the neck of the pool. Within seconds the rod tip bobbed and a fish was at the bait. Without ceremony I hooked and landed a reddish, cock grilse. Mother was happy and Grandmother was duly pacified. Only the visiting angler was perplexed by the curious tactics he had witnessed.