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Second salmon of 2011

Monday, March 14th, 2011

Salmon estimated at 11lbs caught in Melgund Pool on 14 March 2011Today, Monday 14th March, we had our second salmon of the season. This fish was an estimated 11bs of sea-liced fresh spring salmon, hard in the flesh, bright silver and simply the most beautiful salmon imaginable. I know the photo doesn’t do justice to the fish, but at least it does demonstrate that we are trying hard not to remove fish from the water before releasing them! It was caught by Derek Strachan on a one inch Willie Gunn in the middle section of Melgund Pool (Indies Beat) fishing from the North bank, and was safely released without any need to bring the fish ashore.

Derek told me that he thinks Melgund Pool has deepened as a result of some energetic floods during the winter. This pool on Indies Beat has always held salmon in the top section, but it is many years since salmon were taken lower down in the pool. I also think that the tail of the pool may prove to be a good place for sea trout at night – syndicate members, please note!

Whilst water levels are good, the water temperature is still low. There has been quite a lot of snow to add to the ice built up in the high corries. We should therefore get a long run off over the next few weeks, which will allow spring salmon to enter the river. The nets come back on in early May, so we still have six weeks of unobstructed entry to the river for these spring fish.

It is a few years since we have had good fish in March month. The truth is that we haven’t really fished for them, preferring to leave the kelts unmolested to wend their slow and doubtless painful and weary way back to the sea. But now we have evidence that there are fresh springers around. No nets at the estuary, plus good water levels and minimum obstructions after all the dykes except Kinnaird are gone, mean that access to the river – and upstream to Finavon – is relatively straightforward. The next month should be interesting…..

TA

First salmon of 2011

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

Yesterday (5 March 2011) we caught our first salmon of 2011 in Melgund Pool (Indies Beat). This fish was estimated to weigh about 11lbs, although it was difficult to be accurate because we were careful to keep the fish in the water before releasing it.

There have been quite a few kelts caught and a good number seen over the last three weeks. Water levels have been ideal to encourage fish to get over the Kinnaird Dyke downstream of Brechin, although water temperature has been on the low side, hovering at about 40.F.

Melgund is a tremendous pool for a spring salmon because of its depth and consistent current, particularly in the neck of the pool. These features make it an ideal lie for a spring salmon to conserve energy in cold water temperatures.

‘Salmon eggs’. A poem by Ted Hughes

Friday, January 7th, 2011

 

The salmon were just down there –

Shuddering together, caressing each other,

Emptying themselves for each other –

Now beneath flood-murmur

They curve away deathwards.

                                                          January haze,

With a veined yolk of sun. In bone-damp cold

I lean and watch the water, listening to water

Till my eyes forget me

And the piled flow supplants me, the mud blooms

All this ponderous light of everlasting

Collapsing away under its own weight

Mastodon ephemera

Mud-curdling, bull-dozing, hem-twinkling

Caesarean of heaven and earth, unfelt

With exhumations and delirious advents –

                                                                                     Catkins

Wriggle at their mother’s abundance. The spider clings to his craft.

Something else is going on in the river

More vital than death – death here seems a superficiality

Of small scaly limbs, parasitical. More grave than life

Whose reflex jaws and famished crystals

Seem incidental

To this telling – these toilings of plasm –

The melt of mouthing silence, the charge of light

Dumb with immensity,

                                               The river goes on,

Sliding through its place, undergoing itself

In its wheel.

                             I make out the sunk foundations

Of burst crypts, a bedrock

Time-hewn, time-riven altar. And this is the liturgy

Of the earth’s tidings – harrowing, crowned – a travail

Of raptures and rendings.

                                                     Sanctus Sanctus

Swathes the blessed issue.

                                                     Perpetual mass

Of the waters

Wells from the cleft.

                                                    It is the raw vent

Of the nameless

Teeming inside atoms – and inside the haze

And inside the sun and inside the earth.

It is the font, brimming with touch and whisper,

Swaddling the egg.

                                      Only birth matters

Say the river’s whorls

                                     And the river

Silences everything in a leaf-mouldering hush

Where sun rolls bare, and earth rolls

And mind condenses on old haws.