Saturday my son was going away on a trip with the University Diving Club. Like his old man, he has a bit of an interest in sub aqua activities, and has been learning to Scuba Dive. I myself am a Scuba instructor, and used to dive a lot but  initially my knees started limiting my activities to warm water outings, and then latterly, my health issues have binned it all entirely. It was always my hope to be able to train my own son in Scuba, but shit happens. I did manage though to have one dive with him when he was about 12 or 13 in Mauritius on holiday and I am so glad we did that now. Live for the moment eh?

So up bright and early, motor loaded with his gear I decided since I was up I might as well take the rod and go up to Pendreich for my first cast of the season up there. Literally as I was just getting into the car, I heard a bleeping, I thought it was a distant car alarm then realised it was my dreaded pager going off. This is my on call week. Oh bollocks!

So now I had to get the wife up to run number one son to Uni, while I dealt with whatever crisis  work had in store.

Fortunately it wasn’t too big a crisis, and I was done in about an hour. By now my car had returned and it was a lovely looking still and becoming sunny, morning. Now I had a bit more room in the boot I decided to put the electric outboard in and the battery and head up for a cast at Loch Coulter, again first time there this year, and first time as a member.

Its amazing how much the weather can change in a few miles and in a rise of a few hundred feet ( if that). When I got there it was grey and there was a somewhat blustery wind coming in from the west. Nothing like back in the village. I then noticed the two moored boats, were a bit full of water, the front one had all but sunk, and the back one was maybe quarter full. Would I be able to empty it? Was it worth it? I decided to have a go, it took me about 20 minutes of baling and pumping, but I got the rear boat fairly dry. Unlike me who now had a bit of a wet foot. The wind was very cold, and a bit blustery but it looked worse than it really was, though unappealing was a fair description. I have been out in much worse though so seen no harm in trying. I loaded my gear, tackled up with my new New Era rod ( first time out) and an intermediate line and off we went. But then I thought maybe I should bring one of the other moored boats in, after all if anyone else ( was stupid enough ) should turn up, the other boat was no use. So I went and got the nearest boat and towed it back in to the mooring. It was a bit full of water much like the one I had, had been when I arrived. Considerate though it was, this was a mistake.

wrapped up against the weather

Grim and grey

Off I went and headed across the far side into the lee of the shore. The wind was much less, and for a wee while the sun made an appearance. It might turn out nice after all. Nope. I fished near the burn and round the sheltered side of the bay. With the intermediate and a couple of wet files, I was pretty impressed with the performance of the new rod in the conditions, and it was putting out silly lengths of line. The only problem was the wind was on ocassions snarling up the leader and I ended up with a bit of a birds nest. Sorting this out and then changing to a sinking line, I fished a shorter range but was getting down better now. I decided not to stay anchored and let the boat free to drift. The drift was surprisingly sedate and I covered a fair bit water out into the middle of the loch. Just as I was moving out the bay one of my casts landed and a fish came like a torpedo at the top dropper. I don’t know what really happened, I never felt it at all but I think it missed the fly. I thought maybe I had been broken off, but everything was intact. So fish were about. I fished on but it was pretty dreich out in the middle, most of all my hands were getting cold. So I motored over to the shallow bay nearer the boat house and tried my luck there. Nothing.

Spider/Buzzer pattern

A fly I tied sort of accidentally, I had it on and I have to say I like the way it looks when wet. Might tie some more.

I guess I fished a couple of hours total but nothing more took a fancy to my flies, and I tried a few changes.

I decided to call it a day and head back. Now I had a problem, the wind had turned a wee bit more and was making it very hard for me to get in to move the boat I had brought in out the way as it was being blown hard in to the landing pier. And with the water in it, it had also grounded a bit. I could’nt move it. No option but to bale this one out a bit too to lighten it up. This took an age and my hands were frozen and I had managed to check my finger jamming it between the two boats, mine and the one I was baling. I was knackered! After what seemed like a challenge from the Krypton Factor I did eventually manage to get it refloated, and attached in a way I could tow it back out to the mooring.

At last I got offloaded and ashore, as I was putting things away one of the club comittee turned up- to bale out the boats with a pump! Too late!

We had a blether and it was time to head home- I had had enough. A bit too hard for my aching joints though I felt I had done well to even turn a fish in the conditions. Will need to wait for another day to get my first fish on the new rod though.