I have been putting off this post for a while now – partly because Emmanuelle caught a lovely big trout that he wanted to see the picture of (and I wanted to tease him while withholding the pictures) and partly because I was not sure whether to tell you a rather amusing story. The story involves a bizarre conversation with the landlady and landlord of a guesthouse that we stayed in after ditching the tents. It was by far the funniest thing that happened the whole trip and pretty much dominated the conversation on the Sunday – Anyway, I have decided not to tell you as it is all a bit risky – unless possibly you harass me through the comments section. There is also the possibility that someone else may step in and tell the story!
Anyway, we stayed overnight in a bed and breakfast in Pitlochry after ditching the tents because it was so cold. We were all amazed at the bizarre dÃ©cor of the sitting room – we think the taxidermist who stuffed this fox managed to catch its heart of pure evil before stuffing a pheasant in its mouth.
Anyway, that’s enough about the bed and breakfast where the very funny story that I am not about to tell you happened.
Mike was feeling down in the morning and was getting a little wild eyed about the lack of massive trout so was resorting to trying to get into the zone with a little guitar playing before we left the car park.
Almost as soon as we got to the river we seen fish rising – Holy Cow (or words to that effect) that’s the most trout action we have seen all weekend. We duly leapt out of the cars like the “A” Team and attacked the river….
We then proceeded to fish our butts off, all of us catching plenty trout and some rather nice grayling as well. Hatches were short and sporadic, possibly every hour or so when the trout would eagerly take a dry fly. In one little run I took around half a dozen smallish trout that all fought like tigers…
We were all very impressed with Emmanuelle’s rather nice trout he caught on the dry fly. It was his main aim to catch a trout on a dry fly as his fishing time has been radically reduced due to a year old bundle of joy. He was standing stalk like (with leaking waders) in a large pool for around 45 minutes until he seen a trout rise, unlike Alex who practically pisses in the river with his nymphs – who by the way was away dragging every trout in the vicinity to shore – not that we were not impressed with his giant catch rate – more to do with the fact we can never seem to catch using the New Zealand method of tying a nymph.
Oh, go on then a close up for good measure…
Mike was away working out that Grayling he had been casting to for an hour were actually taking nymphs around an inch under the surface “took me an hour and a half to work that out” he mused later as he cut directly across the middle of the pool on the way back to shore.
All in all, a very good weekend – next time we will be going in May when it will be a little warmer- possibly even June. I think the close season blinds you somewhat to the prospect of poor and inconsistant trout fishing in the spring.
As I am writing this I am aware the trout season is fully under way – the trees are now with leaves, flowers are starting to bloom, we have bees buzzing around and my wife is taking her allergy medication, I am planning on regular evening sessions on the Kelvin and the tributories, full day sessions to my favourite other river and what looks like some interesting action on the White Cart. I tied myself up 25 very small cdc F flies last night…..with tricky trout i always have Emanuele in my head saying “go smaller, go smaller, go microscopic”