Archive for May, 2018

Fishing the Ybbs in Lower Austria

The River Ybbs is located about 50 Km southeast of Linz, in Lower Austria.

In 2006, suffering from withdrawal symptoms, having not had the opportunity to do any fly fishing for some time, together with wife, Barbara and dog, Oniks, we boarded a plane at Tenerife South Airport and flew to Linz in Austria, where we hired a car for the 50 Km journey to the Ybbs Valley.

Taking our young Dobermann, Oniks, was, we believed, going to be a slight problem, but luckily we had found dog friendly accommodation at Jagdhof Breitenthal (Breitenthal Hunting Lodge), Sankt Georgen am Reith. The journey through beautiful countryside took less than one hour, and our arrival at the Lodge was a pleasant surprise. The Lodge and grounds were stunning, and we were met by the Owners, Fritz and Eva, who showed us to our ‘dog friendly’ room on the ground floor, with easy access out to the garden and the adjacent pathways through the fields and woods.

Fritz and Eva help arrange our Fishing Licence from the nearby town of Opponitz, where there was a good Fly Fishing outfitter.  Not knowing the area, I engaged the services of a local guide for a day, mainly to get local knowledge of the best areas to fish.  The river that day was in spate, there having been quite a bit of rain before our arrival.  Undeterred, the guide  gave me quite a number of useful tips, including how to use small bright red and white floats attached to the leader to aid bite detection.  In the past I had used a dry fly in a similar way, however, the little, almost fluorescent floats attached to the leader not only governed the depth of the fly below the surface, but made bite detection astonishingly easy in the fast flowing water.  I now always have a packet of these little floats in the pocket of my Fly Vest.  

For two days the fishing was, to say the least, a little demanding, but as the river returned to normal and the sun came out, fishing the Ybbs was a delight.  The water was almost turquoise in color and exactly what you imagine of a ‘Alpine Mountain Stream’.  There were weirs, waterfalls, fast flowing sections and placid mirror like pools, a fly fisherman’s paradise.  One day, I caught a lovely brown trout, photographed it, intending to put it safely back in the water, when it suddenly wriggled and It dropped from my hand.  Oniks, my faithful Doberman was at my side, opened his large mouth and caught the fish head first and swallowed it whole.  I was so stunned that I just looked at him without saying anything.  Pleased with himself, Oniks sauntered up the bank and laid down for a well-earned nap.

Another day, we went to a tributary of the Ybbs suggested by the Guide, it was a lovely trout stream running through a forest.  Initially the fishing was normal, catching the odd trout every now and again, but then we moved to an area with a shingle bank and everything changed.  I caught thirty-four (Yes 34) brown trout  on dry-fly with only slightly more than thirty-four casts.  All were returned unharmed!  They were not the largest I have caught, but certainly the most prolific outside of a stocked pond.  At thirty-four fish It was starting to become ridiculous, it seemed the fish were attempting to commit suicide, so we left that stream in search of larger, more wary fish.

I look back on our trip to the Ybbs very fondly, not only because of the memories of Oniks gulping down the catch and suicidal trout, but also because of the scenery, the welcome we received at Jagdhof Breitenthal, which included a trip up into the mountains, when Eva, the owner took my wife deer stalking, to make up for my absence on the riverbank.  I especially enjoyed getting back to the Lodge in the evening, tired from a hard day fishing, to a wonderful meal prepared by Eva, which I ate with a heavy Doberman laying under the table, head resting on my feet. 

Tight Lines – The Silver Fly Fisherman


Fishing the Catskills

The Catskill Mountains are an area of New York State, northwest of New York City and southwest of Albany, and normally just known as the Catskills.

In August 2001 I was lucky enough to be making a business trip to Green Bay, Wisconsin via New York. Having researched the area I decided that I really could not fly over one of the greatest fly fishing areas in the world and not take the opportunity of dunking a fly or two. Once business was complete we took a domestic flight to LaGuardia Airport New York, which overlooks the infamous Rikers Island prison complex and hired a car for the week. We drove through the Bronx and across the Hudson River, passing West Point Military Academy,  The amount of traffic encountered prior to crossing the Hudson was phenomenal and not a pleasant experience, however, once out of New York City the situation, as well as the scenery, changed dramatically. 

Not too far from Woodstock, famous for its legendary music festival in the 60’s, we arrived at our cabin, right beside Willowemoc Creek, a lovely trout stream. We checked into our cabin, which was really quite nice with everything you need for a short fishing holiday.  I would have no hesitation recommending Creekside Cabins to anyone visiting the area. Outside, there was a BBQ and a decked area around an old tree, which over the years, fly fisherman had adorned with flies by attaching the hook into the tree bark. What a great place, absolutely no signal for a mobile phone and a short walk through a wood down to the creek.  One of the most memorable features of the cabin was ‘Eddie the Eagle’, a ginger cat who in his attempts to get into the cabin spreadeagled himself on the fly screen of the back door waiting to be let in.

We had to travel to Roscoe to arrange a New York State Licence and to brush up on the regulations for fishing in the area. Suitably armed with official permission and a fishing map of the Catskills, it was time to set up the rod and start fishing.  What an experience it was.

Junction Pool, Beaverkill:  This famous pool just had to be fished, but even better was the sight of beavers pushing logs across the pool. Many of the rivers have ‘kill’ in the name, this comes from the Dutch and means creek or river.  The Beaverkill is toasted as the birthplace of American Dry Fly Fishing and was the fishing revier of the famous Lee Wulff, inventor of one of my favorite flies, the Grey Wulff.  The Wulff family still have a Fly Fishing School at Livingston Manor, Wulf School of Fly Fishing.

Willowemoc Creek: This is a great fly fishing stream, especially at dawn and dusk.  The Catskill Fly Fishing Center and Museum situated just along from Creekside Cabins is well worth a visit.

Delaware River:  One of the most memorable days was a canoe trip down the East Branch of the Delaware River.  We hired a canoe for the day from Al’s Sports Store, and set off down the Delaware.  The first amazing sight was Downsville covered bridge, well worth a visit.  Most of the time we were able to paddle gently down river, wondering at the divers wildlife on display.  Whilst traversing one pool I noticed a Beaver Lodge and decided to take a close look, it was an amazing construction.  Not so happy about our intrusion was the Beaver, who came up, looked at us in an irate manner and noisily chased us off, flat tail beating the water.  Anyone who believes Beavers are small cuddly creatures needs to see one in the wilds of the Catskills, they appear to be enormous and not to be trifled with. One of the highlights of the whole trip was about half-way down river, we stopped for lunch where the river was a little narrower and flowing over a rocky ledge. We lifted the canoe clear of the water and I scanned the river, saw an overhanging tree which looked to be an ideal lie for a fish, so collected my rod from the canoe.  I dropped my fly just upstream and two seconds later the water exploded and I was into the biggest fish of the trip.  That’s the way fly fishing should be, one cast, one fish! The canoe trip was fabulous, such an experience, but not all plain paddling downstream.  As the river progressed, there were weir-like sections of rapids, not very fast or deep but it was necessary to get out and assist the canoe to negotiate the small boulders.  All great fun!

Many other fish were caught that week, most were released but two were taken for our evening meal.  We converted the BBQ at the cabin into a smoker and had a wonderful meal on the decking, beside the Fly Tree. I have very fond memories of the Catskills and if you get a chance, you really must go, if only to experience the magic display of fireflies at night, now there is an opportunity for an inventive fly tyer!

Before leaving, I attached my most successful fly to the Fly Tree, hoping that perhaps someone else would use it.  We traveled back to the Big Apple, and whilst waiting for our flight from JFK Airport, did a sightseeing trip of New York, during which we passed and marveled at the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.  Who would have known what was to happen on 9/11 only a few weeks later.

Where to obtain your Fishing Licence:  A New York State Fishing Licence can be obtained from most Fishing Outfitters, who will also provide, or sell you a fishing map of the area.

Tight Lines – The Silver Fly Fisherman