This trip is getting more exciting with this hook up!
2004-10-17
CR 20041016
Today, first time flyfishing in Sentosa. Beautiful island but over commercialized...
I think I was too late to be there. Early morning should be better as my friend Nick missed a queenie. He was kind enought to wait for me till after lunch.
While I was waiting for him to appear when I had reached Sentosa... I turned on my digicam to check on it. The screen started flashing, "NO MEMORY STICK"! Oh my goodness. Sadz....We carried on fishing till about 5pm and somethingelse happened. In my heart, I was so frustrated with myself that I left out the memory stick... nevermind... And then this had to happen...
My fly line got caught in between a roller for the floating fence in a lagoon. The line got jammed and if I dont get wet, it might be the end of this line...
In the darkest moment of the day, Nick decided to make the plunge into the lagoon to help me 'RESCUE' my fly line.
Operation Fly Line Rescue went as planned and 100% satisfactory!
Nick got the line out from the roller and I started reeling in like an old man... hahaha
After the rescue operation, we headed home, home sweet home in a taxi.
Before we reached home, our passion for fishing is not over yet and so we decided to meet up for more later in the night. I agreed.
Night fly fishing had been a nightmare for me. I am not used to casting in the night as I cant see and cant feel the line very well. Today is special, casting is fine and fly gets to where I want them to. Maybe I have been casting the whole afternoon.
While I was swinging the rod in the dark, I saw a commotion near the shore. Immediately, I cast my self-tied-ugly-noname-fly into the spot. Strip one, two, felt a tug! Saw the water around was swirling. My heart stopped and I prayed hard that I would NOT lost this one. While I was setting the hook, the line went limp... oh man!!!
Suddenly, my fly line started heading out to the deeper water... Fish On!!!!!
During the fight, it was as if there was an air show going on. I could hear fighter jets taking off in the night off a near by air base. While my fish was also doing multiple aerial displays. Whenever it jumped, my heart was praying hard that the fly would not come off. It jumped and jumped and jumped and my heart was throttling..... and throttling and throttling.....
Finally, in less than 5mins, (it seemed like it took forever) the fish touched dry land.
A HARUAN!!!
Quickly, I took some shots and let this fellow RTB after removing the hook.
I have fun. Real great fun... to be fishing...
Fishing is a passion!
Cio.oD
I think I was too late to be there. Early morning should be better as my friend Nick missed a queenie. He was kind enought to wait for me till after lunch.
While I was waiting for him to appear when I had reached Sentosa... I turned on my digicam to check on it. The screen started flashing, "NO MEMORY STICK"! Oh my goodness. Sadz....We carried on fishing till about 5pm and somethingelse happened. In my heart, I was so frustrated with myself that I left out the memory stick... nevermind... And then this had to happen...
My fly line got caught in between a roller for the floating fence in a lagoon. The line got jammed and if I dont get wet, it might be the end of this line...
In the darkest moment of the day, Nick decided to make the plunge into the lagoon to help me 'RESCUE' my fly line.
Operation Fly Line Rescue went as planned and 100% satisfactory!
Nick got the line out from the roller and I started reeling in like an old man... hahaha
After the rescue operation, we headed home, home sweet home in a taxi.
Before we reached home, our passion for fishing is not over yet and so we decided to meet up for more later in the night. I agreed.
Night fly fishing had been a nightmare for me. I am not used to casting in the night as I cant see and cant feel the line very well. Today is special, casting is fine and fly gets to where I want them to. Maybe I have been casting the whole afternoon.
While I was swinging the rod in the dark, I saw a commotion near the shore. Immediately, I cast my self-tied-ugly-noname-fly into the spot. Strip one, two, felt a tug! Saw the water around was swirling. My heart stopped and I prayed hard that I would NOT lost this one. While I was setting the hook, the line went limp... oh man!!!
Suddenly, my fly line started heading out to the deeper water... Fish On!!!!!
During the fight, it was as if there was an air show going on. I could hear fighter jets taking off in the night off a near by air base. While my fish was also doing multiple aerial displays. Whenever it jumped, my heart was praying hard that the fly would not come off. It jumped and jumped and jumped and my heart was throttling..... and throttling and throttling.....
Finally, in less than 5mins, (it seemed like it took forever) the fish touched dry land.
A HARUAN!!!
Quickly, I took some shots and let this fellow RTB after removing the hook.
I have fun. Real great fun... to be fishing...
Fishing is a passion!
Cio.oD
2004-10-16
Flies in the making.
Since a week past, I have tied quite a number of flies. In the process, I come to learn a few things about flies tying.
To me, I think the most important ingredient in fly tying is "Passion". If you love to do it, then you will tie each fly with care and creativity. Lots of effort put in without you knowing it when you are in the 'Passion' realm.
Next, I think is patience. Along the way, there will be many obstacles to face. Take each one with upmost effort and you will excel further upon leaping over them.
If you ask me what is the greatest reward from fly tying?
There are many things. The ultimate one is when you know your flies do catch fish. All the hard work is being rewarded in the testing field.
Along the way, I had a few friends asked to buy some of my flies. I felt so encouraged. (I hope they are doing this not out of pity..... hahahaha) Even one good pal who is not a fisherman, I gave him a few. He told me my flies are cute and he actually used it to decor his car! I hope my flies wouldnt be flying and get someone stung along his driving..... including him.
Gtg, tying more flies now...
Stay tuned mates!
cl v . vp
To me, I think the most important ingredient in fly tying is "Passion". If you love to do it, then you will tie each fly with care and creativity. Lots of effort put in without you knowing it when you are in the 'Passion' realm.
Next, I think is patience. Along the way, there will be many obstacles to face. Take each one with upmost effort and you will excel further upon leaping over them.
If you ask me what is the greatest reward from fly tying?
There are many things. The ultimate one is when you know your flies do catch fish. All the hard work is being rewarded in the testing field.
Along the way, I had a few friends asked to buy some of my flies. I felt so encouraged. (I hope they are doing this not out of pity..... hahahaha) Even one good pal who is not a fisherman, I gave him a few. He told me my flies are cute and he actually used it to decor his car! I hope my flies wouldnt be flying and get someone stung along his driving..... including him.
Gtg, tying more flies now...
Stay tuned mates!
cl v . vp
2004-10-11
2004-10-10
CR 20041010
Woke up very early in the morning...
It was 0430hrs and the darkness was still lurking around.
Took a hot shower but still feeling the damage from a late night sleep.
Picked up my fly gear and did a last minute check.
Left the house at 0515hrs.
Had breakfast with Jeremy and off we go... to a new spot (to me lah).
Tied on the first white crazy charlie and started 'flying'. Targets sighted but decoy not good enough for a strike. These peacock bass.... are huge and very..... cautious about my fly. They made my blood rushed through my veins and I could hear my heart pounding... they hommed in my fly several times and NO TAKERS!!!
Seeing Jeremy fighting his second hook up, I switched to the green crazy charlie. Immediately, landed 2 with 10 mins. Color did the talking again... as usual.
I have no words to express the kind of emotion I was going through when I caught my first fish with my first self tied fly. More than words can say...
When we were about to leave, I being to spool my fly reel and felt a heavy tug right at the end of it. Fish-on!!! (Another peacock bass? More than meets the eyes...)
Tried to bring in the fellow asap as I really need to go off immediately. To my greatest surprise... I saw a "TOMAN" right at the end of my line. I could see the glittering of my fly right on its lips... Before I could do much about it... the leader failed. Mr. Toman got away before I could even say cheese with it...
I have not landed a decent toman before... and this has to happen to me... NOT FAIR!!!!!! Somehow, I noticed that I actually hooked up a toman on fly... an estimated length of about 40 inches (hey, enough whining already, shut your gecko!!!)
As I have mentioned in my previous post... the crazy charlie is having a good show in the fresh water realm... Indeed, it proves itself once more.
Hmmm...... went back home......
(In my mind... I could never forget the pipe like thing at the end of my line... a fat and long... TOMAN...)
Ciaoz...
c\o.o/) *toman toman toman toman toman toman toman toman........
It was 0430hrs and the darkness was still lurking around.
Took a hot shower but still feeling the damage from a late night sleep.
Picked up my fly gear and did a last minute check.
Left the house at 0515hrs.
Had breakfast with Jeremy and off we go... to a new spot (to me lah).
Tied on the first white crazy charlie and started 'flying'. Targets sighted but decoy not good enough for a strike. These peacock bass.... are huge and very..... cautious about my fly. They made my blood rushed through my veins and I could hear my heart pounding... they hommed in my fly several times and NO TAKERS!!!
Seeing Jeremy fighting his second hook up, I switched to the green crazy charlie. Immediately, landed 2 with 10 mins. Color did the talking again... as usual.
I have no words to express the kind of emotion I was going through when I caught my first fish with my first self tied fly. More than words can say...
When we were about to leave, I being to spool my fly reel and felt a heavy tug right at the end of it. Fish-on!!! (Another peacock bass? More than meets the eyes...)
Tried to bring in the fellow asap as I really need to go off immediately. To my greatest surprise... I saw a "TOMAN" right at the end of my line. I could see the glittering of my fly right on its lips... Before I could do much about it... the leader failed. Mr. Toman got away before I could even say cheese with it...
I have not landed a decent toman before... and this has to happen to me... NOT FAIR!!!!!! Somehow, I noticed that I actually hooked up a toman on fly... an estimated length of about 40 inches (hey, enough whining already, shut your gecko!!!)
As I have mentioned in my previous post... the crazy charlie is having a good show in the fresh water realm... Indeed, it proves itself once more.
Hmmm...... went back home......
(In my mind... I could never forget the pipe like thing at the end of my line... a fat and long... TOMAN...)
Ciaoz...
c\o.o/) *toman toman toman toman toman toman toman toman........
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