My first day Salmon Fishing
New wellies two sizes too big, they reached my knees and their gleam matched my fathers excitement of being offered a day on some private water.
The old major, an archaic remmant of the landlord class met us at the imposing castle door and bid us good luck. My father thanked him for his hospitality and nudged me in the direction of the car. As we excitedly made our way towards the car the old major shouted in his finest stutter.
"What ho Willie, of course any fish you catch are for the Ca Ca Castle"
My father did no speak a word as we went straight home, and putting away the rods he whispered, "I'll take you to the estuary to-morrow for some Sea Trout".
I have inherited my fathers love of fishing, but also inherited his pride and have never fished private water. What ho Major, I never will.
My true tale from the 1970s
Deep in my own thoughts, only for a young lad of around 10 with an old greenheart rod clutched in his hands, asked caught anything mister?
Before I could answer the rod nearly tore from my arm, when a salmon of around 10 lbs took my trout fly. The young laddie was excited as he told me he had never seen a salmon caught before.
After what seemed like an eternity the fish was in shallow enough water for me to grasp its tail, but noticed it had decease on its head and tail. I thought as the river was full enough of dying fish, decided to give it to the lad. The look on his face when he swung this large fish over his shoulders and set off home was a huge delight to me and I wonder what tales he told on its capture when he got home.
June's Salmon Tales winner
After a long deliberation and reading though the winning entry three times, we came to the conclusion that allanw is June's Salmon Tale winner.
allanw wins a Rio line of his choice and has a chance of netting the overall Grand Prize of a Sage Double Handed Rod.
allanw's entry had both the unexpected element and the twist, I am sure you agree.
Here is the winning entry once again...................
It was going to be my first trip to the river for over two years. My journey began just off the Wirral Peninsula
Arriving at Corwen everything looked perfect no anglers around although I had seen one a few hundred yards down stream, The Allys Cascade (Although due to my lack of experience at the time it was just another Shrimp) swung round in the current and before I knew what was going on the line was screaming off the Hardy Perfect Salmon reel, Thirty minutes of madness followed before the net slipped through the waters surface and everything went Calm.
I could not believe what had just happened I had been caught the Angler gently removed the hook held me in the current then released his grip and I gently glided off upstream tired but perfectly fit to continue my journey and spawn the future generation.