A decent autumnal day. Hurrah! It was a bit bright, but with all the weather we have had, it was quite welcome. Breeze was light and varied south west to north west. Len Newby and I started at Kate’s brae – allowing us to keep an eye on what was happening both left to the…
A breezy weekend, but the temperature on Sunday was distinctly milder and, with nice overhead, it looked quite promising. Michael warned us that the water had cooled down markedly and that the fishing was hard. What fish were being caught were in shallow water, the likes of the north shore, and up the shallows and…
Heading towards the Lake I was thinking of an argument could I put to Elma when she demanded payment for our seven boats. Surely, the majority of our members had the gumption not to venture out on a day of such weather – the forecast was for rain and wind and general discomfort. What we…
The weather forecast on Saturday night indicated we could have fine weather for fishing on the Sunday – No rain, a mild southwest wind and cloud cover – you could not ask for more. So we all popped along expecting a good days fishing. We did not get any rain and we did get a…
Back to the Ochill hills and the 250 acre Frandy, a loch I like for its (normally) free rising trout in the shallow water along the north bank. It was one of those days when the weather looked as though it just might be quite good for dries – despite everything that Ken had said…
Coldingham reminded me that it was the start of the kickball season; you know that game a bit like rugby – the difference being that when a kickballer executes a perfect tackle a fellow with a whistle stops the game – Coldingham was a game of two teams. One team firing out midge tip lines…
As we assembled in the car park the day was promising – a warm breeze from the southeast, cloud cover and a wee wave on the water. Looking out from the shore showed fish rising at shear point. I was paired with Dougie Skedd and we both put on dries – me on 14s and…
On a day that started out very promising, Eric Singer and I set out full of hope and looking forward to good sport. We anchored up at the outer edge of Town Bay. A few casts later Eric was into a fish, a nice one of over two pounds. Shortly after, I had one on…
When Alasdair McKechnie and I were driving up to Butterstone, we were looking forward to a good days fishing. The weather was perhaps a bit bright but some cloud cover was promised. At the water’s edge, it was still promising – even though no fish were showing. Happiness when fishing is a matter of expectation:…
My first outing back fishing with the club since falling off a ladder, watering plants a few weeks ago. I landed on my casting arm – not the best of landings! I reckoned I could manage a day on dry fly, and Frandy was as good a place to put that to the test as…