Wednesday, 27 September 2017
Friday, 1 September 2017
Having been off this week I managed to get ahead of the game on the home front and decided to head south to D&G with only a fly rod. It’s been a very long time since I caught a Bass on the fly, I thought I was doing well with my casting earlier this year when I was targeting Sea Trout, today I was truly pish. It’s one thing pinging lures 40/50/60 yards, the world becomes very small place with a fly rod, if you don’t know this you should try it. Seemed to me like turning up to Turnburry with only a putter for a round. I had to re-wire my head. That's been needing done for decades anyway. Such are the thoughts of a mainly lure angler with a flee rod in his hand.
Any fish would be a bonus and as the tide rose I thought I saw a fish chase my clouser up the rocks on a breaking wave.
Sunday, 30 July 2017
We set anchor in some shallow rougher ground, with not much happening I had a rummage around Scott’s boat and cobbled together a make shift lure outfit. Apart from the occasional doggie coming to the bait rods I picked up the odd Pollack and Cod on a soft plastic and lead head combo. This kept my mind off the conditions; Scott had tanned half a bag of sweets by this point. I would imagine a trip to the dentist will be on the cards pretty soon….
Sunday, 23 July 2017
Tuesday, 18 July 2017
They didn’t seem to be as spread out as they sometimes can
be, maybe the bright conditions? This hasn’t stopped them in the past but today
they still seemed to be tight on structure.
Monday, 10 July 2017
I had been fishing for a couple hours with a mixture of
trolling, casting and jigging and had one hit before I decided to get in the
thick of it tide wise. I had the light wind at my back and the tide running
about 2.5mph in the other direction, there was some nice 2/3ft waves tumbling
and breaking behind me off a point which needed some consideration. I was able
to hold position and fish, but it wasn’t easy on the peddles. I was sure there
would be a few fish around. I changed lures and while doing so drifted further
back. This did the trick on the next cast I had a Pollack, at least it was a
start. This continued and I had about five or so, good fun but probably not
worth the effort to keep me where I was, I’m sure on another day these might
have been Bass. The tide slackened a little and it flattened out so I decided
to have a troll about 400 yards offshore.
Thursday, 6 July 2017
Just minutes after launching I was catching Pollack to around 1.5 pounds which were feeding well, they had the drag working and my light rod in a nice bend every couple of casts. Before I knew it about an hour passed and I had to fight the action distraction and get on with the job in hand. Unlike my last trip mackerel appeared abundant which I thought might be a positive sign on the whereabouts of the target , after harvesting what was required I set the anchor and dropped a bait down. It wasn’t long before this was picked up and I wound down to connect the circle hook with the target, Tope on! This joy was short lived, Tope off, after the first run….
Still, can’t complain. The weather was great, lots of
action to keep me busy but unfortunately no Tope. I must have dropped my first
bait on the nose of what appears to have been the only one in the vicinity.
Sunday, 25 June 2017
About an hour after starting I had a look for him on the bank to see how things were going. He had nothing and it wasn’t that much better from me at that point. There was a sunken tree about 50 yards from the point he was on. Now this can be ok for some decent Perch, it can also hold a Pike or two. As I peddled out with his half mackerel he asked if I would Ghillie for him for the rest of the day, I suggested he couldn’t afford the tip as I dropped the bait about 10ft from the tree. I couldn’t have been more than 50 ft. away when he said he had a take. I thought he was joking. As I turned the yak around he struck the fish, a few seconds later it was airborne lunging around the loch. Not a big fish maybe about 6 pounds, he was delighted, so was I. I dropped his next bait off and made my way off to pastures new.
Saturday, 24 June 2017
As it happens it was a Smoothhound, unusual thing is that it took half a Pollack. It was also about twice the size of my previous best. It really caught me out taking the fish bait, had no spots like the others I’ve caught and was that kind of bronze colour Tope can sometimes be over a certain type of ground. At somewhere between 13-15 pounds that’s a pretty big Scottish smut. From there it was a dog and Hussfest and I ended with six of them, with the doggies chewing through my bait on an ongoing basis I decided on another move.