Lake of Menteith, 21 October 2017

Storm Brian was about, but thankfully didn’t come anywhere near us.  We had lovely autumnal conditions, albeit it was very wet through the middle part of the day.  Keith Logan and I followed a tip – or was it a bum-steer? – to go down to Lochend, where lots of fish were rising.  Acting on…

Glencorse, 24 September, 2017

A cracker of a day, conditions-wise.  We were hoping for good surface activity, but after a few early fish were seen rising in the home area to tiny black scrot, it didn’t materialise until very late in the day.  That didn’t stop me from spending most of the day fishing dries.  Bob Whyte, my boat…

Lake of Menteith, 27 August 2017

I can’t help myself but still get a bit over-excited ahead of any outings to the Lake.  Is it just me?  The recent better weather was continuing – warm and overcast with a westerly breeze.  Fishery reports in the run-up sounded familiar, with fishing being challenging.  I met Quint on my arrival and walked down…

Frandy 20 August 2017

It has been a fairly dismal summer so far, besotted with big swings in temperatures and strong winds, with a fair spattering of rain.  In general, most fisheries have reported that conditions have been tough and fish moody and difficult at best so, to be honest, it has been a bit of a slog of…

Coldingham Loch, 13 August 2017

The forecast on Saturday night looked good – calm, possibly even flat calm, with reasonable cloud cover.  However, we arrived on Sunday morning to cold and breezy, and not a cloud in the sky!  To make matters worse, Gareth informed us fishing had been really tough recently.  Ah well!  Nothing ventured and all that, Stewart…

Glencorse, 06 August 2017

A reasonable day, conditions-wise – a tad wet at times, but nice breeze out the south-west and good overhead.  It was flat calm, tackling up, which prompted me to start on dries, but before we even got on the water, a breeze had got up.  Nevertheless, I had a look from a fish first cast,…

Black Loch, 22 July, 2017

Another July club outing and another episode of Scotland the Dreich.  Hard to imagine that only two days earlier I was sitting on top of the cairn at the summit of Lamer Law in 26 degrees, with not a cloud in the skies, and having side-stepped a couple of adders on the way up, basking…