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…

25 years later..

It took me 25 years to get to this wee loch. I remember this loch being described to me by a guy called Bill Murdoch whom I spoke about in my post regarding fly tying boxes. Bill had described how to get to it like this “You walk around loch redacted, and then follow a burn…

First Trout Trip!

Actually, looking at it this is my third trout trip. I had a session at Carbeth Fishery  with a group of disabled guys that I help through work and had caught a few slobs in the fly only pool including what might actually be my biggest rainbow on the fly. It was in the teens, I…

Last trout….

I am more used to scrabbling through bushes and casting between trees rather than walking over marshy uneven ground to get to my fishing. It was strange then that my uneasiness about falling and twisting an ankle couple with my nimbleness improved after some whisky as a few pals and I toasted the end of…