Marcel_Karssies

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  • Birthday 05/21/1967

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    Flyfishing Salt and Fresh, Fishing in general
  • What I do for a living:
    Hardware Engineer at Zeton BV

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    Enschede, Netherlands

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  1. Despite rain, chilly conditions and lots of wind the mayflies where out in numbers late in the day and fish eager to feed. In the morning surface action was non-existent so the perdigon did its magic. Next weapon of choice was the squirminator which yielded a trout from within a maze of sunken trees and debris. Further use of the squirminator brought anything from gudgeon, dace, roach to trout. Late in the afternoon when it started pouring the mayflies where appearing en mass and fish where rising. A large mayfly pattern yielded a good hit from a larger brown trout. The trout went ballistic but somehow the hook came out. It was an interesting day with some casualties in the perdigon and squirminator department so some replacements are required.
  2. Gonks on the squirminator
  3. Should have made pics of the food yesterday. Well today I tried up some perdigons as I donated too many to the forest. Tomorrow it is off again to the river.
  4. The moor on the border and my way to sneak into that other country. Every evening you can hear the Orchestra of frogs. Downside the bloodsuckers are out in force, stop for a second and they are all over you. Clouds in the sky make for good sunset pictures and the most vivid colors usually appear after the sun is not visible.
  5. Another early outing to the stream yesterday. I only saw a brief glimpse of the sun in the morning as the weather was changing. The weather change had impact on the insect life. It stayed quiet on top for most of the morning. The Perdigon did a good job but I lost more to the trees than I liked. At least I had the materials to tie my own which would be required soon. A passing cold front made the weather let's say interesting. At times it looked like it would rain and as it was still warm and sticky I thought the thunderstorms where imminent. Late in the afternoon I went to the pub and settled in the beer garden. The menu these days down scaled so I settled for a curry sausage with fries and the mozzarella tomato side dish. All flushed away with dark wheat beers. I even managed to get the mandatory coffee and cake to top it all off. The cold front was blowing through in force and those dark clouds finally erupted in a heavy downpour. Luckily I could shelter inside the pub, within half an hour it was all over and I went for my last fishing session of the day. After landing a nice trout near the grounds of the pub I headed into the forest to see if I could spot trout feeding on mayflies. The downpour had filled the stream with debris from the trees so surface action was non existent. The Perdigon yield a gudgeon, certified bottom feeder. Lots of bites from these little fellows but not the fish I was looking for. At the end of the day the light was fading and with the strong wind and falling branches of the trees I thought fishing was over. Some big dead falls where leaning against the still standing trees and made a pretty awful noise. If one of those old trees would give way it would sure be a bad day. On the way out of the forest I heard a loud splash in the water. At first I thought it had to be another falling tree branch hitting the water. As I was not sure and had spotted several mayflies on the water I went to investigate. A swirl in the water indicated to me that maybe something else was going on. I broke out one of the big mayfly patterns and looked for a good position to make a cast. It took a few cast before the fly landed near enough to the tree where I suspected a fish. As the fly drifted near the tree the trout came up and nailed the fly with vigor. A good way to end the fishing day with as last fish a trout on the dry fly.
  6. Water buffalo, seen only a few here.
  7. The water I fish does not flow that fast but the pools that hold fish are short and relatively deep. I watched the perdigon go down rapidly so more time for any fish to intercept it. Time to reserve some space for them in my fly box.
  8. Nile goose, one of the several invasive species we have around here.
  9. Early start this morning trying to find the trout of last week. In vain though as I could not find any. Insects where on the water early but nothing was rising. I did a field test with the Perdigon nymphs I had bought and they actually worked. The roach seemed to like them and one small trout came for them. The patterns I bought where kind of heavy so no subtle entry in the water but they got deep and caught fish. I had planned a break at the pub but the bikers where on the loose in hordes. With the strict covid measures a long line had formed at the ordering booth so I skipped lunch and continued my fishing session. I visited a place where I had not been in ages and boy there where a lot of trout there. Mayflies where in abundance and the trout went crazy making lots of racket. The problem was that casting was impossible with the high banks and the shrubs and trees. I spotted a trout under some submerged logs and tried to coax it out with a nymph and a streamer but both failed. The streamer got stuck and when I tried to pull it out the leader broke and the fish was gone. In de pool behind the logs I spotted larger roach and tried to catch them. The bite I got however was from the trout. I was pretty sure I could land the fish but when he went in the submerged roots of the tree it was over. Downstream I finally found an interesting pool where I could wade. I dropped the perdigon in a fast flowing deeper stretch and got hits. I spotted small fish but then the indicator went under and something larger showed up, a nice trout. During the day the weather had changed from sunny to cloudy with lots of wind and back again. With the late hour and lower temperatures I figured most bikers would be gone and so it was back to the pub. Some of my friends where also fishing today and by coincidence we both arrived at the same time at the pub. A tad chilly to be sitting outside but at least some normality has been regained, a good day.
  10. They work...
  11. The only flatfish I caught on the fly where Gulf flounders but all on small clousers.
  12. Bought a few to see if they work, the ones I have are a tad heavy - almost like dropping a depth charge in the stream. Gonna let them swim tomorrow.
  13. Today's fishing session was a shorter one as the nice weather we had would come abruptly to an end. Predicted was a sharp drop in temperature and a strong increase of the wind. Off course I started on the stretch where I missed so many trout on the previous session but the fish where just no there anymore. I later found out from reliable sources that they had been cleared out the previous day. The only fish I managed was a small brown trout on a woolly bugger. The second spot I fished had feeding fish in it, quite violent rises indicated trout to me. With all the shrubs and branched around fishing the dry fly just did not work out. Figuring a streamer might also do the job was correct, instant hit. I had a good fight with a nice trout but when he took me into the submerged tree root the leader parted. With the trout scared away I concentrated on nymphing for the roach and whatever else roamed in the stream. The same spot from last weeks visit was as reliable and yielded several roach. At the end of the session I returned to a spot I had previously messed up as I scared the rising trout away with my downstream fishing tactics. This time I positioned myself downstream as the fish was again rising to stuff in the surface. I got one hit on the sedge but the trout missed the fly and after that the surface action was over. Last hope was fishing a small nymph upstream and that actually worked as the trout hit the nymph. The last good fish of the day was a nice brown trout. When I left the premises late in the afternoon it was still warm but within an hour I found myself in rain and drastically lower temperatures. As forecast the wind had increased considerably, it felt like summer had been replaced by fall within a few hours’ time. Luckily I picked the right time slot to go fishing today.
  14. It is the border between the Netherlands and Germany. After the signing of the Schengen treaty the permanent border controls where abandoned. Many of the old smuggler paths are now official crossings. The border is marked by border stones. Difference in buildings, signage and license plates are telltale signs that you have crossed to the other side. https://english.defensie.nl/topics/border-controls
  15. Yesterday was a public holiday around here and with the promise of good weather I crossed the border to my fishing haunts. Goal was to catch a trout and it turned out better than I had hoped. The first mark I fished was the barren sand pit as usual but the third position yielded a solid hookup of a big fish. I was still fishing with my usual guppy setup aka roach setup tossing a size 16 nymph on light tippet. The trout nailed the nymph and immediate shot into a submerged tree stump and as I could not exert to much power I thought I would loose the fish. After several runs by a sort of miracle I could land the fish. On the same stretch I hooked two other large trout but the hook came out in both instances. From that point on I was on a roll and several small roach and trout fell to the nymph. At the end of the day I visited my secret spot where the number of flies on the water surprised me. I noticed a trout feeding continuously in one spot and from the size of the rings in the shallow water I figured it had to be a decent one. My small sedge pattern was however ignored and when I tried nymphing the indicator was attacked several times. A small woolly bugger also did not yield the hoped reaction. I checked my fly box and found one big old mayfly pattern in it and decided to fish that instead. It took just one drift and the fish nailed the fly as it went downstream. Best fishing day this year and I guessed the local club had stocked fish as I encountered so many.