Tag: Wild Brown Trout

Tweed, Polish Sausage and Friends

I arrived first, it had started a stunning day with horizon to horizon blue skies in the Forth Valley, with mist that was sure to burn off and the first signs of an early morning nip that heralds that inexorable downward slope towards winter, long nights and short days.

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One Day of Summer

Down to where the steadier water is, there was an abundance of fly life, a veritable smorgasbord of flying trout protein, but I saw maybe two fish rise and they were clearly tiddlers as I sat and watched.

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