is that wherever you look it’s friggin’ beautiful.
that in itself shouldn’t be problem but it’s highly distracting, fishing-wise.
it leads to missed rises, missed strikes, quite a few tumbles in the tussocks and just as much time spent with the camera as with the rod.
even putting the Evil Black down for a moment makes it difficult to pick up.
often subtle, the wow is everywhere.
thank goodness for the bleak food and hotel rooms found there, they help establish a balance and keep whichever part of the brain that deals with aesthetics from going into overload.
“The Hindi name of mahāsir, mahāser, or mahāsaulā is used for a number of fishes of the group. British anglers in India called them the Indian salmon. Several sources of the common name mahseer have been suggested: It has been said to be derived from Sanskrit, while others claim it is derived from Indo-Persian, mahi- fish and sher- tiger or tiger among fish in Persian. Alternatively, mahā-śalka, meaning large-scaled, as the scales are so large that Buchanan mentions that playing cards were made from them at Dacca. Another theory by Henry Sullivan Thomas suggests mahā-āsya; great mouth. The name Mahasher is commonly used in Urdu, Punjabi and Kashmiri languages in Pakistan for this fish and is said to be made up of two local words: Maha = big and sher = lion as it ascends in the hilly rivers and streams of Himalaya courageously.”
let’s just say that this one was a cub…
a very strong fish for its size though. no jumping, tailing or splashing as say, a trout might do but they pull strong along the bottom while searching the stronger current making for lots a fun on the 5wt. Stickman Evil Black.
i can only imagine what a 5 or so kg. masheer would feel like !
photo: Dron Lee
more info on Masheer
since i’m sucko so far this season at catching anything with my Stickman Evil Black that’s anything bigger than my hand here’s someone else’s jumbos.
a lovely-cheeked brown,
a very chubby chub,
and, after this one i just might go for a bit of flagellation…
click here for some more on the Evil Black series and HERE for the Stickman Rods site.
although that might sound philosophically correct, it’s not entirely true and goes to show this guy wasn’t a fly fisher.
apart from one or two, most ff’ers don’t just sit there staring at walls trying to think of the next clever thing to say. among other goodies we literally immerse ourselves in a deceivingly peaceful yet hostile element while pretending it might as well be bath water with non-slip rubber thingies at the bottom of the tub. “unity of opposites” doesn’t apply to us because we have to deal with slimy stones and “the path up and down are one and the same” for sure didn’t come out of the mouth of someone who has bad joints and had to go from a floundering situation to an upright one on those same slimy stones all the while trying to avoid breaking his Evil Black stick..
anyhow, yesterday afternoon while concentrating hard on not blanking again i managed to not only step in the same water but also fall in it in the exact same place and manner* as i did a few months back. not having a camera crew or a gopro to be able to show the World every single thing i do in life…, i’m sure you’ll take my word for it.
for the philosophers out there, it looked a little like this.
* this particular method was named “the slow collapse” by it’s creator and ‘He who turned it into an art form’, my very dear friend Mark Surtees.