The drive up to Linlithgow seemed to be in very good fishing conditions, however these early hopes were to be immediately dashed on arrival. The whole loch was like a huge bowl of very thick pea soup. Despite being told that a huge number of fish had been stocked that week we were not too eager to get afloat. What an unpleasant day’s fishing. It felt like it was impossible for any fish to see a fly, let alone grab it.
Surprisingly, an odd fish was to be caught, but nobody in the club had more than one. Mind you John Levy’s one fish was a cracker of 5 lbs. It was left to guest Alasdair McKechnie to amaze the rest of us with 3 fish in half an hour on a floating line and lure. Despite his success, there was a consensus that we’d had enough by 2.00 p.m., and a general exodus to the jetty ensued.
7 fish for 9 anglers was a pretty poor result for this usually productive venue.