Bobbin’ around.

I managed a sneaky half day from work this week. I arranged with Paul to meet somewhere for a trout attack at an ex fishery which is now hammered by the bait boys. Thankfully, we could get away from that area by using the float tubes. When I met Paul I told him I reckoned…

Stocktaking

“April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring” Not in this fishers life at the moment – the cruelest month happens to be February as that is the one that happens to come before March. March of course signifying the start of the trout season on…

Highland Blanks

Headed past the fault line being chased by the weather. First option was washed out and in a field so continued on. Finally settled with the beach casters – we tried to buy some extra bait in a supermarket but never found any! We thought about tubing a loch on the way back however a…