Friday, 19 October 2018

Hares in danger

Hares in danger


You see a great many corpses beside the road at this time of year as the animal hierarchy redistributes itself ahead of winter. 

Badgers are so commonplace as to not raise comment. Deer something to steer around. Grey squirrels inexplicably more frequent that you might expect. But the saddest of all for me are hares, the white, jagged broken bones of those strong rear legs poking out of that beautiful golden brown fur. So, knowing how the population is in decline, it made me sadder still when I read this week that myxomatosis, the disease that wiped out 99% of the British rabbit population when deliberately introduced in 1952, may have crossed over into the previously immune brown hare population.

Hares have long been one of my favourite British animals. They are, a bit like otters, remarkably strong and large with a propensity to range far across large tracts of countryside doing their best to avoid people, conducting their lives out of the sight of humanity. For centuries they had made the empty downlands, where the greatest disturbance was a few sheep, their home. But in the post-war drive for more home food production, ploughs bit into land untouched by man since it was exposed by the retreating ice cover millions of year ago. The places they lived and the grassland they lived off has been disappearing ever since, the marginal habitat they are forced to inhabit polluted by agricultural chemicals.

Sound familiar? You'll have read something similar to describe the plight of water voles, song birds and hedgehogs. In the case of hares it is estimated that the population has gone from something above 4 million a century ago to 800,000 today. The worry is that myxomatosis will all but wipe out the remaining hare population. However, as ever with these stories the headline may not tell the whole story: nobody is as yet certain that the unexplained deaths of hares in East Anglia are directly attributable to myxomatosis. In the 1930's Australian scientists tried to deliberately infect brown hares with the myxoma virus but failed. There have been similar deaths in Spain but the evidence is inconclusive. In Ireland, where hares are relatively more populous but myxomatosis incidence is of a similar level to the UK, there have been no reported deaths.

Myxomatosis is spread by the rabbit flea that carries the virus, infecting the rabbits by biting as they hop from one host to the next; mortality once infected is close to a 100% as the rabbits go blind, lose fur to ulceration and the body organs shut down. As you might imagine in the close confines of a warren the fleas are easily transferred, so populations are rapidly wiped out. Hares however live a different life which suggests myxomatosis would not so easily take hold.

Brown hares prefer the solitary life, living in very exposed habitats so they may use their acute sight and hearing to avoid their primary predators - foxes and raptors - by running at up to 45mph, which is faster than a horse. Unlike rabbits hares live in the open, creating 'forms', small depressions in the ground among long grass. Here they spend their day moving out to feed in the open at night. Tender grass shoots, including cereal crops, are their main foods. Breeding takes place between February and September with the young, known as leverets, born fully furred with their eyes open who are then left by the mother in forms a few yards from their birth place. Once a day for the first four weeks of their lives, the leverets gather at sunset to be fed by the female, but otherwise they receive no parental care. This avoids attracting predators to the young at a stage when they are most vulnerable. They don't live particularly long lives, 3 to 4 years is the norm, with disease and predation the two major causes of death.

This difference in lifestyle, and in the absence of any firm evidence, has suggested by some that the culprit may be rabbit haemorrhagic disease (RHD) which first emerged in China in the 1980's. It has since spread around the globe first reaching Britain in 1992 when the domestic rabbit infected the wild population. But RHD is more virulent than myxomatosis wiping out 10m rabbits in 8 weeks when the virus escaped quarantine on the 20km2 Wardang Island off the south coast of Australia in 1995, spread as it is by contamination and the wind.

So for the moment, despite many assumptions, we don't really know what is happening. The University of East Anglia, along with the Suffolk and Norfolk Wildlife Trusts are trying to gather dead hares for analysis but it is all certainly very odd. One report was of six dead hares in a single field; for a solitary mammal that would be quite a conclave. I suspect we have a while to go before we get to the bottom of this particular problem but even when we do it won't change the truth: disease or no disease, we are gradually, just a little at a time, destroying the British countryside that we purport to love.



A 50th celebration

Two weeks ago I was so pleased to host a very special lunch at Nether Wallop to celebrate the 50th
 anniversary of fly fishing at The Mill.

The guests of honour were Renée Wilson, widow of Dermot Wilson, and their son Fergus. As Renée said to me they were initially hesitant at accepting my invitation; neither had been to The Mill since 1982 and the thought of a return stirred up all kinds of memories. But as it turned out we all had the most wonderful time reminiscing about Dermot, the wonderful camaraderie of the customers and the whole madness of the venture he set his family on.


Charles Jardine, back then a perm-haired recently graduated art student, joined us as he had been the resident trainee guide/instructor under the guidance of the irascible Jim Hadrell. Barrie Welham, a long time friend of Dermot and Renée was there, producing a copy of the 1971 Trout & Salmon (cover price 17.5p!) which featured the British record rainbow trout that he had just captured from The Mill lake. Neil Patterson, he of Chalkstream Chronicle fame, read a letter that Dermot had written to him apologising, in the most charming of words, for inadvertently taking credit for a pattern Neil had invented. Richard Banbury showed us where his desk had been in the days when Orvis took over The Mill from Dermot and Renée. 

We rounded the day off unveiling a blue plaque that I hope will remain for many decades as a fitting tribute to a great man.


Diane Bassett. Richard Banbury. Fergus Wilson. Renee Wilson. Charles Jardine. Barrie Welham. Neil Patterson


A troika of greats

I was very touched as Renée Wilson handed me a gift wrapped package by way of thanks for the day. As I undid the wrapping in her very understated way she said, 'These are just a few bits and pieces from Dermot's collection I thought you might like.' I was overwhelmed when she told me the provenance of each of the three items.

The first is one of Dermot's very own reels. As the original UK Orvis dealer he was very loyal to the brand who, you might be surprised to hear, actually made all their high-end reels in the UK as late as the 1980's. 


Renée tells me Dermot was a bit obsessive, tagging everything, hence the label. The reel still has the leader from the last time he fished.

The net was a gift from the legendary Lee Wulff, he of Gray Wulff fame, who was a regular visitor to The Mill. 

The final item is a fly box full of flies that were tied by Ernie Schwiebert an American angling literary colossus. He was a great friend of Dermot, the box a gift from him to Dermot when they fished together in Montana.

Schwiebert is not so well known in the UK but though I never met him I owe him a huge debt. He wrote a two volume master work on trout in which, as a schoolchild, he enraptured me about the chalkstreams. They were so much the weft and weave of my upbringing that it took an outsider to show me how very special they were. 

The quality of his writing is without measure. Let me quote from a speech he gave in 2005, shortly before his death. It is the very definition of why we fish.

Ernie Schwiebert
"People often ask why I fish, and after seventy-odd years, I am beginning to understand.

I fish because of Beauty.

Everything about our sport is beautiful. Its more than five centuries of manuscript and books and folios are beautiful. Its artefacts of rods and beautifully machined reels are beautiful. Its old wading staffs and split-willow creels, and the delicate artifice of its flies, are beautiful. Dressing such confections of fur, feathers and steel is beautiful, and our worktables are littered with gorgeous scraps of tragopan and golden pheasant and blue chattered and Coq de Leon. The best of sporting art is beautiful. The riverscapes that sustain the fish are beautiful. Our methods of seeking them are beautiful, and we find ourselves enthralled with the quicksilver poetry of the fish.

And in our contentious time of partisan hubris, selfishness, and outright mendacity, Beauty itself may prove the most endangered thing of all."





Quiz

The usual random selection of questions to confirm or deny your personal brilliance. As ever it is just for fun with the answers at the bottom of the page.

1)     What is the Latin numeral for fifty?

2)     Who are on the rear of the current £50 note?

3)    In what year did Queen Elizabeth II celebrate her 50th year on the throne?


Enjoy the weekend.



Best wishes,
Simon Signature 

Founder & Managing Director


Quiz answers:

1)      L
2)      Matthew Boulton and James Watt, 18th century makers of steam engines
3)      2002. Makes you feel old ........



Sunday, 7 October 2018

How not to get lost



How not to get lost

Greetings!

We have known for some years that birds and fish navigate across oceans and continents by using the earth's magnetic field as a compass - it is a truly astounding ability. However the assumption has been that the knowledge of where to go is either imprinted at birth or the magnetic signature of home is remembered. There was no actual learning to navigate. However what nobody has been able to explain is how this particular compass works. Until now.

I must admit I had always thought of the geomagnetic field, to give it its correct title, as an earth based phenomena; that shows how much attention I paid to science at school. The electrical currents created by the movement of the molten iron in the Earth's outer core radiate out into space. Without the magnetic field that creates deflecting the solar wind that would otherwise strip away the ozone layer, we'd all have been fried millions of years ago. It seems that birds are able to 'see' this magnetic field by way of a sort of avian heads up display.


It is, inevitably, more complicated than that but the conclusions of two separate studies in Sweden and Germany which found evidence of an unusual eye protein called Cry4 in European robins and zebra finches, have come to essentially the same conclusion. 

It seems that the Cry4 protein is sensitive to blue light and the ability to see the magnetic field relies on being able to see the blue wavelength of light within the field. So the protein creates a filter, or sort of gauze, over the birds' vision which enables it to identify magnetic north and navigate accordingly, the process enhanced by a greater production of Cry4 during the migration period.

The scientists at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign have created a graphic that puts it all in a bit more context; look out for the defined arc and central black spot in the middle column of squares. Now all we need is for someone to check out salmon eyes .......



Father & Son Taster Days

As you will see from the video we have rather a surfeit of fish in the Nether Wallop Mill lake. I base my stocking numbers at the start of each year with a certain attrition rate, largely reflecting otters and people. We have had plenty of the latter but very few of the former. Sadly I think Kuschta, the star of The Otters' Tale has died - we have had just the one young otter who comes and goes.

Nether Wallop Mill
Trout frenzy!
So, with fish still to catch and half term coming up I'm running a series of special Half Day Father & Son (or grandparent/mother/daughter) Tasters. You have the choice of a morning or afternoon session, with full instruction and tackle provided.

The format will be based around an hour of casting tuition for the children (under 16's please) in a group of three whilst the parents relax. Then we'll all come together for some bug work before everyone fishes together for the remainder of the session, ending up with fish gutting and some fairly rudimentary fish biology. I am hopeful everyone will have a fish to take home.

The dates are October 20, 21, 25 and 27. The sessions start at 9.30am or 2pm. The cost is £125 for a Father & Son. To book click here, diane@fishingbreaks.co.uk or call 01264 781988.


The rain is coming

Meeting with one of my river owners last week, who also happens to have an extensive farming operation in Berkshire, we got to talking about the weather and rainfall in particular.

He reminded me of an interesting statistic: whatever period you take since 1961 the southern England rainfall each year remains remarkably consistent at around 780mm annually. So on that basis be prepared for a wet run up to Christmas with six months of rain due to fall in the next three. 

You have been warned!


Life of a Chalkstream talk

It seems like forever since I last did one of my Life of a Chalkstream talks; it tends to be a winter thing so I guess the clocks must be changing soon.

My first of the 'season' so to speak will be at the Sir Harold Hillier Gardens near Romsey in Hampshire on Wednesday November 21st 2018. Unusually this is a lunchtime event at 12.30pm.

For tickets and information contact Terry Lewis terry.lewis@hants.gov.uk

Photo of the Week

The River Itchen water meadows but perhaps not as you have ever seen them.








September feedback winner

It is a terrible thought but this is the penultimate draw of the year; next time it will be early November with everyone who has returned a report in the hat for the Simms pliers.

But for now it is Patrick Moore who fished twice in September, his trip to Barton Court coming out of the hat. The Fishing Breaks snood is on its way.





Quiz

The usual random selection of questions to confirm or deny your personal brilliance. As ever it is just for fun with the answers at the bottom of the page.

1) This Sunday sees the running of Europe's richest horse race the Prix de l 'Arc de Triomphe. What was the Arc de Triomphe built to commemorate?

2)   Who is the Viking god of rain?

3)   At what speed does a large raindrop hit the ground?

Enjoy the weekend.



Best wishes,
Simon Signature 

Founder & Managing Director


Quiz answers:

1)     Those who fought and died for France in the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars.
2)     Frey
3)     20mph





Saturday, 22 September 2018

Goodbye Peter



Nether Wallop Mill                                                        21st September 2018

Occasionally someone goes out of your life, not necessarily a friend or relation, who you realise, once you absorb the news, was more important than you ever imagined. One such person was Peter Roberts who I am sad to say died on Saturday.

Peter Roberts 1950-2018

Many of you will have known Peter in one or more of his various guises outside his work and family life as the Guide Captain for the One Fly, a fishing guide and a regular participant with the local fly fishing and fly tying clubs.

As you might imagine I worked closely with Peter on the One Fly who was the most marvellous organiser you could ever wish for. That is an essential qualification when it comes to a group as disparate as the thirty six One Fly guides, but Peter was incredible. He corralled, cajoled and generally kept in good order a great team. He had this remarkable can do attitude. I'd give him some tricky task that was beyond me. He'd listen as I hummed and hawed through the phone call until at the end he's say, 'Don't worry Simon, its sorted.' And it always was. He was also, for all his smiling demeanour, pretty ruthless. He listened acutely to the tales that emerged from each One Fly. Little bits of information were squirreled away, names mysteriously disappearing from the guides list the following year.

Despite his illness Peter fulfilled his 2018 One Fly duties - I've started so I'll finish he said, even though he really wasn't well. It took a supreme effort for him to make the Guides Briefing morning which takes place a week ahead of the competition. 

The drive from his home to the meeting place should have taken no more than 45 minutes; such was his weakening state that with stops it took over two hours. But he arrived, took charge of the briefing, proudly wearing the same shirt (the 'unusual' colour has become something of a weird badge of honour for those who still have them) from our inaugural One Fly back in 2008. 

As we joked and laughed we sensed this was at heart a sad occasion. The day took so much out of Peter that he wasn't well enough to make it to the One Fly itself.

Peter was always an incorrigible optimist. All through the weeks and months that followed he kept the faith. Reporting on his latest visit to the hospital or specialist he'd deliver all the news but focus on the positive even if the remainder was 95% bad. I think that was why, when his condition was finally declared inoperable, it came as such a blow.

Peter Roberts died aged 68 near his home in the Macmillan Hospice in Christchurch, Hampshire on Saturday September 15th 2018. He is survived by his wife Susan and two sons Adam and Simon.





Choose your target well

The angling community, I guess by that is meant the people who purport to speak for you and I, are urging us all to through our weight behind the fight to end the use of single-use plastics in recreational angling. All very worthy and topical. However, I do wonder if we are rather putting the horse before the cart.

I don't know Ashley Smith but he recently sent me a link to the web site Windrush Against Sewage Pollution with which he is involved that highlights the plight of the River Windrush, a limestone stream that runs through the Cotswolds.

The message of the campaign is clear: the Windrush, and by implication most of our other rivers, are not being polluted by accident but by the legal discharge of untreated sewage effluent. I won't recite the mass of evidence they have accumulated by way of investigation and Freedom Of Information requests, but do take a look at the section Ten things you should know before you put your hand in a river. I suspect you will be appalled.

Happier days on the River Windrush

I can't say for certain that everything the web site states is true, but what I can say for certain is that it chimes with much of what I have seen myself and heard reported elsewhere. Frankly I'd love to save the oceans but maybe we'd be better focusing our efforts closer to home? 



Quiz


This time of year is heaven for foragers with every bough it seems hanging heavy with fruit and berries.

With the arrival of a warm, damp autumn fungi seem to be everywhere  as well, so a quiz with them in mind. 

Answers, as ever, at the bottom of the page. 



1)     What is the difference between a toadstool and a mushroom?

2)     What is the name of the mushroom pictured?

3)     The more common name for the Psilocybe cubensis mushroom is?



Enjoy the weekend.



Best wishes,
Simon Signature 

Founder & Managing Director


Quiz answers:

1)     There is no scientific difference between a mushroom and a toadstool.
2)     The Death Cap (Amanita phalloides). The most deadly fungus known and is common in England. It's responsible for most fatal mushroom poisonings worldwide.
3)     Magic mushroom.