The end of my holiday in Canada

All good things come to an end.
I have had a great time with my family over here in Canada.
Invaded by Canadian soldiers,caught a few fish, spotted some exotic birds, had some nice food and as it was very hot.95f, drank plenty of ice cold beer. Couldn't have been better so until next time when I "haste me sell back"byee Canada

My wee granson shows off his catch. A silver bass I think.

He wouldnt touch this one "Its too spiky" he said

A group of Canadian Soldiers (Mayflies)

A mass of them

Some nice food

                                                And something to wash it down with.

Phew!!! It's just too hot

It's 95f outside again today,that's just too hot to go fishing.
I have been over here in Canada for two weeks now,one week left and it's back home to Scotland.
I've had a great time with my daughter and her family and I will miss them when I go, hopefully I will return next year.
I haven't really done much fishing,took my grandson out a couple of times but spent most days out shopping and having some nice meals.
The heat is forecast to last until the weekend so I think I will pack away the fishing gear till next year,sit back for the remaining few days and just chill out with some nice cold beer.
I will be back on the Clyde next week and I am looking forward to catching some nice brownies.
It will probably be cold and wet.
It won't take long for me to be wishing I was back here in Canada.

Having a good time in Canada

My little grandson was eager to go fishing again,he enjoyed it that much the last time I was over,there was going to be no rest for me until I took him.
So it was down to the local tackle shop to get some live minnows and worms, then off to the local hot spot at the mouth of the Belle River, Lake St Clair.
It's just like fishing from a sea harbour, only this is a marina and it's hard to believe you are not fishing in the sea with views of miles and miles of fresh water in front of you, with the banks of the USA in the far distance.
First fish came after only 5 minutes and I was surprised that my grandson actually took hold of it for the picture he usually shies away from touching fish, so he must be getting used to it now (a lifelong angler in the making?)
Next thing for him to learn is to be able to bait up the hook and cast it out.
We had an assortment of fish that day including freshwater drum,blue gill, silver bass and plenty of perch.
It kept him active all day,should the fishing have been slow he may have struggled in being attentive.
Going to cast our lines again at the weekend.
His mates want to come but I am not sure I can handle them that is, unless their parents are with them.
Think I will stipulate--no mum or dad,then no fishing.

Last couple of hours before Canada

Got my bags packed early Monday morning and with nothing left to do for the rest of the day I thought I would give the Bridge a go, see if I could tempt a brownie or two on the dry.I just took my 8ft #3 rod and a wee box of flies, getting down there at mid day, I was soon all tackled up and ready to go.Only having a short time to fish I decided to stay near the bridge, besides I fancied having a chat with my fellow fishers and the bridge area is the best spot to bump into people First cast and instant success, in came a small trout of about 10", it was duped in taking my emerger pattern.Wow!! I thought this is going to be good,I had quickly dried off the slimy fly and out it went again with me in full expectation of a further take. Two hours later after covering the hundred yards of water below the bridge I had now progressed under the bridge two some two hundred yards up stream without as much as a look at my fly.I had changed patterns a few times and had covered the odd fish that had shown but, alas, zilch.It's not the first time this has happened and I bet it won't be the last,fishing has a habit of building up your hopes and expectations just to "knee you in the nuts"and put you in your place. "Who cares" I thought, I am off on holiday to Canada tomorrow, there is always another day to figure out what I am doing wrong.By this time I had almost decided to call it a day when I noticed one of the group of anglers that had moved onto the water just below me was bent into what looked like a good fish."Lucky jammy sod" I thought, then five minutes later there he was again into another - then blow me a third fish and then to rub it in one of his mates was playing a fish as well.Down I went to have a chat, see if I could find out what their secret engredients were.Found out they were a group of Dutch anglers, they had come over to Newcastle by ferry and had driven up to the Clyde for a weeks fishing.By the look of their outfits and fishing gear it was obvious they were no mean anglers and had proven their skills by catching fish where I had caught nowt.I had a good old chat with them and I think I have gleamed some tips I can try on my return to the river.They were a really nice bunch, spoke good English and we're free in passing on their information.So I in turn gave them the traditional Scottish greeting, by hoping that they had a "braw"time up here in Scotland and would return in the near future.So Jan-Peter-Reineir and Berd "haste ye back" you are more than welcome.