Back on the River
After saying a few days ago how this season on Rivers in particular felt a bit of a wash out ( a...
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Tag: Grayling
Opening the Account but Making it Hard
Once again, another year goes by, and we come around again to my “birthday” weekend. As always I try to get some time to myself at this time of year and hit the bank somewhere.
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Lucky for Some At Hoddom
I have been looking forward to the first River Annan Grayling Day of the season and finally getting a chance to get out on a river I fish far too infrequently for a fish I love to catch. Like many anglers who have struggled to get out this year, between the dry summer, then massive amounts of rain a few weeks ago, COVID, other commitments….we were due a bit of a break when all our stars aligned.
Read MoreLate season, Summer Lows
I have had a hankering to get up to the Tummel recently. It’s a funny river, it can be a wee bit all or nothing. More often than not it’s nothing, but when it is good it is very good. At this time of year if the Grayling are out and about it can be a lot of fun and of course you have the bonus that the Brown trout are still fair game for another few weeks. Also as Autumn heads this way it is a bonny area to be in, especially on a nice day. Usually there is a lot of mist around on the surrounding hills and as it lifts you get the Autumn colours on display.
Read MoreOld Water, New Water
Yesterday, I fulfilled a longtime promise to myself to visit a water of my youth….. or at least I think it was! I think in my blogs I have mentioned several times, that when in my teens I would sometimes go fish with my dad. We enjoyed our days out, especially in those years, when my mum was seriously ill and then later after she died, as it was an escape from all that was going on at home. Mostly I fished myself, but my Dad would take me places he had heard about at weekends. My Dad basically learned flyfishing from me ( usually it’s the other way round!) and it was a bit like the blind leading the blind at times. Neither of us really knew what we were doing and rarely caught anything, but it was nice being on a loch or the river bank somewhere.
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