Fishing was damn near impossible today – from the road the wind did not seem too bad however the closer I got to the spot it picked up in intensity. The whole area was flooded as well making wading tricky. It would have been no problem without the wind however casting those big horrors was difficult.
After a while I decided enough was enough – I positioned myself in a few feet of water and cast towards the shore hoping that one crazy pike might be tempted to strike. After the fourth white horse nearly broke over my back I decided to head back to the car and then home. I then headed to another loch I know; I thought it might have been a little bit sheltered. Unfortunately not – the further I got outside Glasgow the windier it seemed to get.
At least for next week I will have my ten weight lines for the heavy artillery.