A rather calm day for the end of season do, but a few fish caught.
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…
A cracking day with Davie McDowell. Not many landed, but the dap was fair bringing them up!
A reduced party of 10 this year. Made perming five lochs from seven nice and easy though! Monday was a bit of a write-off due to 40 mph winds. Tuesday was no better. Friday was very wet – so photos are mostly from Wed/Thurs.
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…