Marcel_Karssies

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  • Birthday 05/21/1967

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    Hardware Engineer at Zeton BV

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  1. Nah... not really .. I can adapt and overcome :-) Used the Orvis superfine #4 8ft. and although it took some more time to subdue the fish the runs were absorbed by the full flex action. The day before the carp outing I was at a local stream when I noticed something bright and orange coming down the stream. At first I thought somebody had dumped a koi in the stream but the size and the strange long tail did not match. I was pretty amazed to come to the conclusion that it as a golden wels catfish. That would be a challenge ... if it stays put I might give it a try.
  2. It seems our friend feeds the carp at a regular interval so they know the food. I tested the fly I used on this session on the wild chub but they did not even look at it. The fly I used was a Disco Biscuit fly, ivory.
  3. And Now for Something Completely Different ... I almost forgot about the date today but it was that day when one of our retired palls would do a little guiding for us at an ornamental pond in order to catch carp. The evil plan was to chum the carp up to the surface with dog biscuits and then use imitations to catch them. Not my kind of fishing but what the heck ... one day was bearable. So the dog biscuits flew into the pond and not long after that the carp came up carefully sucking down the biscuits. The fish were wary though and I missed quite a few strikes. But it was fun to watch the fish come up and most of our group except the guide caught fish. We had reserved at a nearby eatery to end the day in the style. I went for the pork chops and the nutcracker icecream dessert ... it was good.
  4. With predicted exceptionally hot weather and the low level of the stream I choose to go after chub on Saturday, ideal weather for that species. I checked out some spots along the way and spotted a few of the bigger fish. The shallow wide section of the feeder was my target area and when I arrived there plenty of fish where hovering around. Fly of choice was a big mayfly pattern which would either scare off fish or be attacked instantly. The shallow water was tricky, algae had formed and reached the surface prevented free movement of the fly line. After a while I got a good hit from one of the smaller chub on the fly. The bigger chub however would not look at the fly. I walked a bit upstream and it was tough, stinging nettles man high … you could hardly move forward. There was a rather large pike lying motionless in the water and I tried to get it to hit a streamer. The pike was not interested and shot off to be never seen again. The upstream section was completely overgrown unfishable for dry fly fishing. I checked out a section downstream and noticed a few fish but the high banks and high grass made casting almost impossible. It was now midday with about 88F and bright sunshine. The heat was getting to me and I needed a break in the shade. The next spot was again overgrown and now one bank had been fenced to hold some ponies. Again totally overgrown banks so just reaching the water was hell in that heat. I found one open spot and one big chub and boy it went for the mayfly. But just as it was about to gulp the fly in I struck … too early. The fly came out and the chub ran off. With little wind and bright sunshine I had to run for cover again and luckily a shade tree was nearby. One final spot was near a bridge where I recently had success, it was empty of fish though. The only thing to do was to check out the pub. The old location was nearest but as I passed it I figured the limited menu and higher prices warranted a longer trip to the new location. So when I finally arrived at the new location I wondered why the outside dining area was vacant. That was not a good sign, it either meant the place was closed or a private party was held. I spotted the landlord an noticed the decoration in one area pointed to a private party. Turned out most of the staff had fell to covid and a skeleton staff was present to host a wedding party. Luck had it that I was allowed in and after a couple of cold ones I actually able to get something to eat also, all on the house … despite the slow fishing a good day.
  5. I was not that early this morning but luck would have it that the competition also slept late so I had the mill pool to myself. The water was really low and some stones surfaced that I had not seen before. Small shiners where feeding in the surface but I tried streamer fishing first hoping a pike would hit. The pike however did not want to play. Next try was the squirmy and it yielded a small perch. The only deep spot in the pool with some flow was right under the weir. A casts there yielded a decent strike and for a moment I was connected to a brown trout. Alas only for a moment as the hook came out. I gave the fish in at the mill a break and tried the stream itself. Some fish where rising but these where small dace, they were to quick with their strikes. No luck so it was off to the mill pool again. As I was curious what insects and other critters where present I turned around some stones an found my first crayfish. In the mill pool I fished a small dry fly and had hits of small dace and golden shiners that were feeding in the surface, nymphs yielded no fish at all. A friend came by and as we talked shop some of the bait scattered in all directions. Time to get the streamer out again. The first attack on the stream was from a small pike but it let the fly go. Several casts later I had a good hook up and could land a nice pike from the mill pool. With a good fish landed it was chowtime at the pub. Opted for the Parmensano burger and finished it off with coffee and a strawberry-rhubarb cake. When I left I took a look above the weir and noticed many fish hovering about. It was a mix of perch, golden shiners and roach and not only small fish. At the moment there were to many people around to fish it but next time that spot would be the one I would hit first.
  6. Tried local water (canal) a few days later for perch but that did not pan out and really struggled to get that one fish. Persistence paid off eventually before the skies opened fully and it rained cats and dogs... Guess I'll be back at the mill pool in the weekend trying for the elusive perch. Have the check out the part above the weir .... and of course is it rather nice to have a pub with a beergarden next to your fishing water.
  7. A rather short session today at the mill pool as I had to do some chores later in the day. I was early out and about but not early enough to not expect my favourite spot at the mill pool being void of other anglers. Happily no one was there when I had the water. The stream had dropped considerably so the playing room for the fish was limited. It was windy early in the morning which was unusual and clouds obscured the sun. The hope of catching a trout was pretty zero with all the pike in the pool so I dragged a streamer through the water to no avail. I tried but nothing hit, spotted some shiners and tried to get them but that failed also. Flow was minimal and the nymph I fished hardly moved with the current, kind of boring. I soon switched back to the stream and after a long wait I finally hooked a small jack pike. With the low water level in the stream I could actually see how shallow the pool was. The water was murky so I still missed the famous spot where every local angler lost his lure … me included as three streamers went under to be never seen again. The Bermuda triangle for lures was mentally marked now, a tree on the bank was the reference point. It was not long since I had the second pike on and that fish was considerably larger than the first. The pike fought very well and made some nice runs but in the end I was able to subdue it. Pike nr. 3 measured 23.6 inch. which was my PB for the mill pool. Before I would hit the pub which conveniently was located next to the mill pool I tried for another pike. The turbine outflow was the spot I was aiming for as I suspected it was a pike hotel. It turned out to be true as the third pike of the morning struck, again a very strong fish. This fish took me all over the pool with some very fast runs and the glass 4-weight felt a bit under gunned for this one. In the end I could land the fish, PB bested with a pike of 27.5 inch. The famous last cast actually yielded a pike strike but I missed the fish. A second last cast did not yield the hoped second strike so I called it a day. I was the first guest in the beer garden and it was not that warm can I say. More people came in later and I was joined by one of my friends who told me a tale of big perch above the mill weir. I had my chili cheese burger and topped off my lunch with the obligatory coffee and cake. I took a look above the mill weir and behold I could see the school of shiners my friend had told me about, did not spotted the perch though. I dragged the streamer a couple of times through the water to no avail, those perch were smart. If the perch would not play maybe the shiners would. A nymph was completely ignored by the scores of fish. I was told they were all roach but spotting the bright red fins I concluded some rudd where amongst the roach. Since rudd were surface feeders I tried a small sedge and that send one of the fish to the surface to grab the fly. Time ran out so I had to leave but the spot above the mill weir begged for further investigation.
  8. With the weather going downhill and rain forecast in the morning I started late. I opted for a short session at river nr.2 where the mill pool was always interesting to fish. My goals for river nr.2 where a. catch a trout b. catch a large pech c. get one a large pike. When I arrived at the pool nobody was fishing. Water flowed over the weir so the turbine was out of action. I floated a squirmy along the current seam and got a tiny perch as first fish of the day. Despite the shallowness the water was murky, I could barely make out the debis and stone on the mill pool bottom. What I did notice was a really massive pike swimming just in front of me. Like a submarine it slowly glided past me … a big sucker. Just I was about to switch to a streamer the landlord of the pub switched on the turbine. The water level suddenly rose and tons of debris came floating down. Visibility was now almost zero … could not spot the pike anymore. I fished a small streamer in perch livery with a trace but had no hook ups. Just once I noticed a large perch pursuing the fly but at a secure distance .. not fooled. I figured maybe the trace put the perch off so I tied on another streamer straight onto the tippet. Off course the next thing was that a small pike hit the fly and severed the tippet. So trace went on again this time with a nice small streamer with some flash. I tossed the fly in the same area where I had lost the pike and behold a second strike. I was pretty sure it was the same pike due to its size. A few moments later I noticed the large pike again, it had returned to the end of the pool and was right in front of me. I fished the streamer right past it but the fish moved slowly backwards upon seeing the streamer. Guess that size did not come because the fish was stupid. With the pike not cooperating I tried the stream itself with the squirmy and the perdigon nymphs but besides a small dace I only got bites from the pesky gudgeons. I had hoped for a trout but those where a rarity in that stream. Before I called it quits I tried the head of the pool right under the mill weir. By now the water had dropped and some clarity had returned. A cast perpendicular to the turbine outflow yielded a strike from a bigger pike. The pike missed but I was hoping the fish would still be around for a second try. A few casts later the fish was on and it fought pretty well for a pike. Off course fun on a 4-weight glass rod. The work had been done and so it was early off to the pub which conveniently was located next to the mill pool. There was a lot more action going on than at the African pub even though the weather was pretty poor. I opted to sit at the bar with one of the regulars and decided to do a little beer tasting. I started with the Benediktiner Weizen dunkel. When I saw a tray leaving the bar with an unfamiliar beer to me I asked what it was. Rolinck Westfalisch Alt … so I had one of those. As it was chow time I switched seating to a table and ordered the soup of the day. It was the so called wedding soup and it went down well. Main course was the Chili burger and happy to say that it had the nacho’s and peppers. To flush away the main course I opted for the Th. Konig Zwickel Keller beer just to make my beer tasting complete for the day. Off course I could not go home without the obligatory cake and koffee (cheesecake).
  9. After a warm week the weekend started chilly and windy. Conditions were not ideal to go tossing mayflies around in the morning but I tried. I spotted one rising fish early morning and it responded directly as the mayfly landed on the water. Unfortunately the fish missed and as I struck the fly went up high in the trees, lost … With no insects around I tried the squirmy and that yield a roach. I also fished with the perdigon nymph which yielded some of the small dace and gudgeons. At one of the spots I fished the nymph yielded not a single hit, an indicator for me that a predator was around as there had to be other fish in the pool. Fishing a streamer can make the difference of night and day and so a black woolly bugger entered the top of the pool. I was right … a trout intercepted the bugger but came off after a short fight. Maybe later in the day I would return to this spot for a second try. I continued upstream using the perdigon that yielded small roach and dace. It was tight fishing amongst submerged tree roots and debris when I suddenly hooked in to something larger … behold trout nr.1 With trout nr.1 under the belt it was time for nr. 2 and that would be at a spot where I had seen rising fishing every week I went fishing there. First though I fished a small fast flowing pool in the hope to catch a larger roach. I spotted the roach but a small trout was faster to grab the nymph. Now it was time for trout nr.3 but the spot that showed so much activity last couple of times was totally dead. Next it was into the forest … no signs of insects on this windy day so the bugger was tied on again. One spot looked like it could hold trout and boy it did. A massive trout grabbed the streamer but although I thought the hookset was solid the trout came off … spot remembered for next time. I had one other hit in the forest but no solid hookup. There was a rising fish under a tree and I tried to get it but my approach was too clumsy so I scared the fish off, time for an early break in the pub. Ever since the old pub was taken over by the Africans it was quiet, on a cold day like this it was nearly deserted. I was early so I could only opt for the small menu and I chose the simplest dish, curry sausage with fries. After my quick lunch I tried a long shallow stretch as it was now afternoon and mayflies where on the water. The water was shallow though and with no rising fish I tried a small nymph. Every time the indicator landed on the water the fish scattered. A brown trout raced past me so my efforts where in vain. I switched to a big mayfly pattern and moved upstream hoping to see a stationary brown somewhere. With low light conditions due to cloud cover it was difficult though to spot fish. A big bow wave in front of me was a sign that my approach did not work. In the end I opted to try for the trout that I had missed early morning. The woolly bugger was once again put into action. I immediately felt a tug on the streamer and on the second cast the trout nailed the streamer, a good day.
  10. On Sunday it was off to the stream again. As mayfly season had started the goal was to catch a trout on a large mayfly. In the early morning though nothing was flying to I tried nymphing first. The tactic did not work and as I suspected a trout at the spot I fished I tied on a streamer. The streamer once again did the trick as I battled a pretty nice trout. I managed to land the fish and for good order I measured it at 43cm / 17 inch. Storms of the last week had downed quite a few trees and a few had landed in the stream causing different fishing conditions. With no signs of trout I headed upstream where I had seen some rising fish earlier. The problem as usual on such an overgrown little stream were the trees. Somehow those branches reached out to grab your fly. The fish I spotted rose steadily but I just could not drop the fly accurate enough without hooking the one or other branch. With the spot ruined by my lack of skills I tried the forest an although I had not seen many of the naturals buzzing around fish where feeding. Off course feeding meant under spots so tight that I could never land a fly there. I was almost at the end of the stretch before private land began when I noticed a shape in the shallow water. A downed tree in the water disappeared with in angle of 30 degrees in the stream. A narrow stretch allowed water to flow over and just behind that sat a trout. It was difficult to spot as it had the same colour as the sand but the tail movement gave it away. My second cast landed at the right spot and the mayfly imitation drifted though the opening. The trout did not hesitate and took the fly instantly. My friends were out and about also and we intended to meet at the pub for some drinks later. As I had to double back I downstream I came across the spot where I had bungled with that rising fish. When I left that place I did some tree trimming so now I had some more space to make a cast. Fish where still rising and I nailed a small brown on the mayfly, I was sure there was a larger fish in there but it did not surface again. At the pub the understaffing was noticeable with a long wait before you could order. My friends complained about too much salt and small portions so it was not a success. It all just took too long so I even skipped the usual coffee and cake and called it a day.
  11. Blame the cook, apparently she learned her job at that English chap Jamie Oliver and worked at the Hilton in Athens Greece ...
  12. And off course next day we did the same ... sort off. I actually overslept and when I came at the water I encountered all kind of flyfishing riff raff ... well I knew them by name. I gave my friends some intel and headed out further afield. A lot of debris from the trees on the water and since it had not rained for a considerable time the water was low. Did not get a bite until I dragged a weighted woolly bugger through a pool. It yielded a nice little trout so at least I avoided the skunk. In the woods I spotted a rising fish and as the rings where small I assumed it was a dace. I tossed a small fly near the fish and bang fish on, it was not a dace as they do not jump. Turned out to be a very acrobatic brown trout bit it eventually threw the fly. The plan was to meet the riff raff at the pub but apparently one of them had to get home early so I had the place for myself. Off course there where plenty of folk sitting outside but I preferred the quietness of the inside dining to the noise of motorcycles and farming equipment of the main road. This time I went for the Bruschetta as appetizer with as main course the pork chops with mushrooms. Finished all off with a Cappuccino and icecream ... with cream.
  13. It was nice weather so I tried chub once more. At my hotspot there was not a single fish to be seen. But I noticed some of the big chub at spots where I could not get to. High steep banks made casting impossible as you got stuck in the high grass on the backcast. Furthermore it was almost impossible to land a fish without getting wet = jump in the drink and then figure a way to get out. I tried the open field and found some fish but they where all cruising to somewhere and not inclined to take a surface fly. I was almost about to give up when I spotted a few mayflies buzzing around which made me stay and visit another spot. From a bridge I spotted a big chub and it was stationary moving about in the pool looking for food. Again steep banks but it was possible to slide down the bridge embankment and find some footing on the rip rap in order to land a fish. I went down to the bank and hid behind the high grass but could not spot the fish anymore. I feared he was on to me but suddenly I spotted him right under the bank where I was standing. A quick flip with the rod and the mayfly dropped on the water, the chub instantly moved forward and grabbed the fly. Managed to fight the fish and keep it out of the weeds, 50cm prime chub ... happy. With the first big chub under the belt I went to the upstream section to try for trout. I noticed that the big trout was still present but when it spotted me it shot off downstream to be never seen again. Luckily I got another nice one further upstream. With the work of the day done it was time to hit the pub. Went again for the feta cheese appetizer and the noodle main coarse. Topped it of with Cappuccino and a piece of chocolate mousse cake.
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  15. The plans to go trout fishing today where ditched as an acquaintance had posted a pic of a large chub recently caught on a dry fly. So it was off to the chub stretch hoping I could spot one of the big ones. En route I had looked for fish in the surface but every spot I checked was empty. I had hoped to spot mayflies but did not encounter a single one. Chub fishing was best with mayflies or hoppers around. I went directly to what I figured would be the best spot to encounter chub. When I arrived I spotted two chub just moving out of range in the shallow water. Lucky for me one of the fish doubled back and came into range. I dropped a small dry fly in path of the fish and it went for it. The fish moved to the fly stopped for inspection and then inhaled it. This time I was patient enough to strike just at the right time. Not a monster fish but a nice one on the four weight rod. The weather had been nice but clouds where accumulating. In the afternoon showers where forecasted so I had to seek shelter in advance. I went to my old watering hole which I now called the African pub because the cook named Flora came from there. Just as I entered the pub it started raining, perfect timing. I had done some fieldwork and had noticed that the menu was online so I knew what I wanted to order. The menu was a bit pricey for the hillbillies of the village (including me) but what the heck … we had to try. I opted for the feta cheese hidden in puff pastry and covered by honey based sauce as starters. The main course was a pasta dish. To finish it all off I had the gooseberry cake with a cup of cappuccino. And it was good … I liked it. When I went out again the rain was heavy and thunder could be heard in the distance. Ideal conditions to sneak out to a place where fishing was not allowed. And yes … I hooked that trout but it came off. I soon was back in legal water and with the rain falling the bite was on. Nymphing yielded no fish but the squirmy did the trick on the roach as the water filled with debris flushed in by the rain. As I was fishing a shallow pool I suddenly spotted a large fish racing into my pool from very shallow water downstream. It had a brown colour and I was pondering what the heck it could be. A large brown trout in that shallow stream … hard to believe. The fish hid somewhere in the pool and the squirmy was not intercepted so I had to try something else. One of my friends had a lot of success recently with streamers. I tied on a heavier tippet with a big black woolly bugger and made a cast into the pool. That one cast was enough to get a hit from the trout and oh boy it was a big one. The fish took me all over the place and many times I believed it would come off. Miraculously the trout stayed on and after several hair raising runs I could beach the fish. 60cm of brown trout, my personal best ever and that out of the local stream. You could not wish for a better end of the day.