Sometimes They Just Hook Themselves
It was like the hex had been cast on my fish. The line went slack and the fish had got off! Probably I deserved that after fluking the second, but I was blaming Jim!
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Category: Stillwater
Jogging the Memory, Rattling the Cage
My memory jogged, I remember now why I don’t like the place, my cage was well and truly rattled and this time I won’t be back.
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Nippy fingers
When I left the house this morning to get my stillwater gear together, it was grey but otherwise clear, still and not unbearably cold. I was even then really unsure where I was heading and never really made up my mind until I pushed the starter button on the car and plumped for Burnhouse, as I have not been for a wee while.
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The Fog of Fishing
I cannot walk past a wee burn, it is very possibly my favourite fishing type, and though in places it was quite silty from bank erosion I still ventured to run my bugs through the more gravelly deep area on the off chance there was something lurking below.
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High Activity, Low Interest
Fish were being caught I was told, but seemed to have headed down deeper with the wind. So I opted to start with a sinking line ( an intermediate would have done but frankly I am not very happy with my Airflo intermediate line- I will need to get a new one, as sections of it appear to stick firmly to the surface and some less heavy flies end up trapped int he surface not just below as they should. ) and this ensured I would get down with my flies. On the point I had a modestly sized “fireman” lure and on the droppers a Cormorant and a black Pennel. Within a few casts at the south end of the loch I had my first follow, all the way in to my feet though the fish lost interest as soon as movement stopped ( I couldn’t retrieve further) and swum off. Interestingly it was the Pennel it appeared to follow.
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