Tummel drowning….

I have copied and pasted this from a forum I visit…

Call for inquiry into river drowning
By Eric Nicolson

THE DEATH of a father-of-three in a Highland Perthshire river last week could have been avoided and should be investigated at a fatal accident inquiry, a councillor has claimed.

Gordon Robertson (41), from Midlothian, was fishing in the Tummel, yards from holiday chalets at the Tummel Valley Holiday Park, last Monday when he was dragged away by treacherous currents.

Ken Lyall, who represents the Breadalbane ward on Perth and Kinross Council, has learned that the opening of nearby sluice gates could have caused a rapid rise in water levels and understands that there was no warning of this.

Mr Lyall has questions he wants answered by the relevant authorities and has written to the procurator fiscal in Perth to secure an FAI.

The SNP councillor said, “As with all fatal accidents I was sad to hear about the drowning but having spoken to locals, the police and ambulance services, I feel that the accident could have been avoided.

“With that in mind I have written to the procurator fiscal in Perth requesting a fatal accident inquiry.

“I understand that a cause of the accident may have been due to the opening of sluice gates, which causes a very quick and substantial rise in the water levels.

“I also understand that there is no warning of this. If that was the case then there are surely questions that should be answered.

“Who is responsible for this, how often does it happen and what prior warning is there to the public?

“What signage is there at present to warn the public, is it suitable enough to explain what may occur, and what responsibility do the caravan/camping/other holiday accommodation owners have in warning their visitors about the circumstances around the loch and river?”

Mr Lyall added, “I understand in the past there may have been prior warning in the form of a claxon five or so minutes before any discharges into the river. This does not appear to be the case now.

“I hope that the procurator fiscal will initiate an inquiry and that it answers not only my questions but helps to ensure that this sort of accident does not happen again.”

The tragedy unfolded at around 11am when Mr Robertson, who had been fishing with others, had been left to continue fishing alone.

It was then a witness saw a man wearing chest waders disappear beneath the water.

He and onlookers tried to rescue him—one throwing a rope into the water—but the stricken angler was lost to sight.

Fish Wild Magazine

Online magazines are all the rage at the moment- a particularly good one (dare I say the best?) is Fish Wild, you will not see any boobies or blobs in this baby- it is traditional tactics all the way!

Check it out

Flying Ants!

Not done any fishing as it has been too damn hot and my driving lessons seem to be getting in the way of things. However, other anglers have been on the water and are seeing roughly the same amount of fish as I am- namely doodly squat. Alex sent me this rather nice picture of a ski to add to the bizarre things found in the Kelvin, a one legged skier perhaps who just decided that his other one should be buried at sea perhaps? A hopeful water-skier who’s pals didn’t manage to get through the bushes to build up enough speed? There is surely a story there somewhere!
I suppose there has been stranger things in the river at some point.
For those brave enough to venture onto the river here is a little tip for you- I have seen lots of flying ants here there and just about everywhere, tie up (or buy) some and keep them in reserve for the next week or so as the trout will go wild for them if they get to the river- as Kelvin fisher Alex found last season- he did not have any!

Photo shows cow resolving dispute

I found this pretty interesting

A photo on a Cornish archive containing thousands of images of the county has brought to light a bizarre story.

So why did the cow want to get on his back ? Freaky Farmer !

A good way to recover after being ill? Part 2

So where was I?

Right, so on the Sunday we decided to make a proper day of it. My wife was working, Emmanuelle’s girlfriend was in Italy with their baby and Alex’s was away for the weekend to Edinburgh. So we did what any right minded male gents without a care in the world (other than my coughing) would do and went to the pub for a meal and then to the Glasgow Angling Centre. We had to pick up some little LED lights because of falling everywhere the night before (nothing to do with the heaby jeebies in the dark…I just don’t like cows ok!!). We found them a little too expensive in the GAC so headed down to Maplins and picked some up there; I managed to grab the last fancy one that wrapped around your head but to be fair I just know the old ball n chain will be taking it off me to go to the loo when we camp.
So we then headed back to the river in good time, the two guys caught a fair few fish but for me it just did not seem to work, I caught a few smaller ones but just did seem to be getting the same takes as last night. Just before dusk we moved to a new stretch of river that did not look fished, well we had to jump over an electric fence (I was not happy) and then as there was no paths in the grass Emmanuelle fell into a giant nettle bush.

Emmanuelle fished down stream and once I came to a funny long pull I noticed some fish rising. Well, I waited all that time for one to come along and then caught two the night before and low and behold I caught another grayling, this one was a little larger than the others and I started to get a very good feeling about this pool. I cast again as I thought there might be a shoal of them as I could spot a couple of rises….
I watched my olive klink drift down and suddenly it disappeared, now it did not look like anything had actually taken it, it just was sucked under the surface “hello- I thought- I have heard of things like this before” so I struck…this all happened in a split second…I struck into a lovely brown trout…as I was still thinking of grayling I think I called out “what the fuck is that?” as all I could see was a massive tail turning over in the water, what followed was then one of the most memorable fights with a trout I have had in a long time, a couple of leaps out the water, swimming up and down and around, taking line….ah the joy- all this in around two foot of water as well Alex walked up to net the trout for me and in the walky talky said”hey Emmanuelle, Alistair has caught himself a right clunker”…he replied “Big grayling, big trout what the hell is going on up there”
Weighed in at one pound and 10oz.

Results of competition….

Will be in a few days (possibly a week), thanks to all those that entered it has been fun !

Fisherman dies in river accident

Sad, very sad indeed, you might remember I was going to fish the Tummel last weekend.

An angler who died after being swept down a river in Perthshire has been named by police.

Father-of-three Gordon Robertson was on holiday with his wife and children when he was pulled under the water in the River Tummel at Pitlochry.

The body of the 41-year-old, from Midlothian, was later found by a Royal Navy rescue helicopter.

It is thought his chest-high waders filled with water and trapped him under the surface while he was fishing.

An attempt by a passer-by to save Mr Robertson, of Burnside Road, Gorebridge, by throwing a rope into the water was unsuccessful.

It is understood the incident, which happened at about 1100 BST on Monday near the Tummel Valley Holiday Park, was seen by a family friend who was also on the holiday.

A Royal Navy helicopter which had been scrambled to help with the search spotted his body about two hours later.

Mr Robertson lost his footing and witnesses saw him being swept down the river and disappearing below the surface.

The spot he was fishing in was a short distance downstream from a Scottish Water pumping station and management made efforts to lower the water level.

Original Source Fisherman dies in river accident

A good way to recover after being ill? Part 1

It is always annoying when you have planned something and then something else comes along at the last minute to bugger everything up. I told you I pulled out of my weekend away as I was ill. Several of my fishing pals had planned to travel up to Pitlochery together and fish the Tummel and possibly another couple of rivers like the Tay or the River Lyon- all in all we had big plans. Unfortunately pulled out the day before after what started as a tickly sore throat turned into a raging fever with lots of mucous involved…..yuck. Consequently the whole thing was cancelled. I was pretty annoyed, I mean by the Friday I was feeling better but no way recovered for 2 nights under canvas with three days hard fishing. Mike I later learned had done a bolt to fish some remote hill loch somewhere so that left Emmanuelle and Alex.
So Saturday I was feeling well enough to go for a little evening session on my other favourite river. We left at around 3pm whichmeant we would have a good quantity of time when we got there before any quality action started. Emmanuelle and Alex immediately headed down stream while I stayed put to sit and relax. I did not want to wear myself out too quickly.
I must admit, just lying there in the shade, watching the river flow by was absolutely lovely, I think it really made me appreciate the pace that I should be going at a lot more. Ok- I know I was laying there doing nothing but when I did finally get my arse in gear I tried to just take my time going from little pool to little pool- not rushing at all which I think I have a tendency to do sometimes. This section of river is hard to fish and it is easy to get in a tangle or spook every trout in a pool. So taking your time is always the best option anyway, I am stunned it took illness to remind me of that.
There are so many bushes that eventually you must tie on new flies and tippets as well…
I did not catch many trout, I think maybe around 3 maybe but one fish I was not expecting to see was a Grayling. It was my first ever Grayling and was very happy to catch one finally. And then just like a bus when you wait ages for one another one came along on the next cast.
Later on as the sun went down we walked up past where all the pools are to a stretch of flat water hoping the trout were going to take sedges. Some did and some did not. It was very odd, I just could not coax some active feeders into taking anything at all but hey that’s life.
Our end of days fishing was full of calamities. For starters I took a tumble whilst going down a hill, banging my leg and hurting my wrist. This left me thoroughly miserable on the remainder of the walk back. At this point we discovered that a new electric fence had been erected across our path; or rather Alex discovered it as he tried to get his leg over it only to be shocked. Emmanuelle and I decided to try and find another way whilst agile Alex managed to jump over the fence, he did have an incentive though as he had already dropped his rod on he other side when he got his shock.
We planned another attack on Sunday- this time we would come back prepared with mini torches.

Watch this space.

The Highlander Way

You know, I don’t think I have ever written about this little site although I have it in my links list on the main site. There are some lovely little gems of websites out there and this is one of them, I like little sites off the beaten track (a bit like my own) – something to do with the underdog maybe…
In the authors own words..

“No “look how big a fish I can catch” No name dropping, no blonde bimbos hanging on my arm & no I don’t do competitions, sell cigars or fine wines. What I do “sell” is a gentler time when fly fishers treated their quarry with respect. Where fly fishers could sit & pass the time of day without mentioning, bag limits boobies & blobs.
Traditional tactics & flies are my weapons of choice. If this is for you then scroll on”

If you like the sound of that, you will love it.

Check it out- The Highlander Way
And check out some of the authors flies here

Sweating like a wildebeest !

As it turned out I need not need a campsite after all. On Wednesday I had a sore throat and by Thursday I was sweating like a wildebeest about to take a swim across a nice river with some suspicious floating logs. So I took two days off work and watched nature programmes.
Anyway, once I pulled out of the camping trip the whole thing fell apart. I may well go to my other favourite river tomorrow so will keep you updated.

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