See that, that was a play on words that was!
It could have been good. We had planned this for a whileâ€¦..well I suppose if I was to say fortnight then it wouldnâ€™t be the same so I will say â€œa whileâ€ instead. At least we had been talking about doing a bit of fishery action anyway. The only fishery that Alex and I have fished is Harelaw and seeing as how it is easy to get to by public transport I found myself at Glasgow Central on Saturday morning at 0700.
Itâ€™s funny, as the night before we noted that we have never actually fished together in good conditions, itâ€™s either been too hot or raining or just plain wild weather. Now to add to our little collection of bizarre fishing trips it was too damn cold. We were optimistic, all the books tell you that rainbows are not bothered by the cold much more the heat, so we were both quietly optimistic (we were not going to settle for anything less than bloodlust/ killfest until our limit was reached). As it turned out Brian the owner of Harelaw did not have much to worry about from these two geniuses. His advice was traditional flies fished slow, traditional as in something small and black. After that didnâ€™t work I decided on something big pink and sparkly, it still didnâ€™t work.
Too cut a long story short we caught bugger all and at some point I ended up half pished. I know swigging 10 year old whiskey is not enough to have you considered a â€œdown and outâ€ but when you are on a train dressed like you will be sleeping under copies of the Guardian I am pretty sure people did stop and think.
I could go on about the beautiful setting, the fog in the morning, the weak sense of spring just trying to break through the bleak winter. Instead I will tell you we caught bugger all and freezed our nads off, busted the engine (again) and had to row up the loch.
Looking forward to going back though!