Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
After reading Woody's blog i realised that i had missed the session after we had a few hours on Finlaagen..
At this place, times stands still, i remember asking Woody the time and what day it was most of the time? he described to me that its known as 'Islay time' people who visit this Island get in a relaxed state of mind, time does not matter anymore, i had this feeling and it felt great!!
After Finlaagen we decided to go over to the also well know Loch Gorm, i was still looking forward to my first Scottish wild brown to the dry, this Loch was huge and i had that daunting feeling when you pull up to a massive Loch 'where are the fish?'
We walked down to this Loch and the scenery was top draw, its overlooked the sea front in the distance with mountains beyond the sea.
It was around five o'clock and as we walked around the bank edges we started to disturb my favorite invertebrate, THE SEDGE, nice big Cinnamon sedges all getting ready to return to lay there eggs!!
Now it was time to select my LTD sedge, i have a confidence in this fly and it will pick a fish out with no hatch, but the signs were all there.. I shouted on the Walkie Talkie to Woody and Pete, lads it time for the dry!! also with a bit of banter at the end, calling them both Wet fly Wa"kers...
These walkie talkies were a great piece of kit, Woody and i use them back home to chat on, Peter had to get used to them but we were all soon having the crack with some tips and abusive comments now and again!!
I waded thirty feet out, the bottom was a bit dodgy and you had to have your wits about you, i looked all around me for five mins and there it was, a nice slashing rise!! if you love the dry you will know the feeling you get when this happens, your heart beat steps up the pace and you become ''switched on', I cast to this fish and waited..... nothing.....re cast..... nothing.... re cast with a heavy drop and a two inch vibro twitch, Smash!! full tail walking brown hits the fly and comes flying towards me, my line goes slack as i retrieve to keep in touch but the fish is too quick, the fish sees me and darts off at full speed... The fish was so angry, it was a hook virgin brown and it went mental, i soon got the better of him and landed my first true wild brown to hand..perfect in every way and a whisky coloured stain matching it living conditions..i returned the fish as we had Pollock waiting at home for the nights tea..
Below is the fish showing my LTD hooked well in the scissors 'Quality'
From there on in i started to have the best dry fly fishing i have ever had, not very easy, but i found that casting to rising fish and a 4 inch twitch of the sedge would tempt the trout to hit them with no caution, i missed quite a few and realized i needed to strike fast and down to my side, this hooked all the fish and for a half hour i was having a fish a cast, all around half a pound and fighting fit..
Woody was fishing very relaxed and you could see he was just enjoying watching me and Peter buzzing our heads off, i stood and watched him fish the sedge and missing take after take, we soon realised that he was using the larger LTD and the trout were just a bit on the cautious side and hitting them with tails trying to sink them, a quick change to a size 16 and it was 'bag up Woody'
There are times in my life when i have had moments that stay with me forever, i suppose everyone has these feelings, they only last for a few minutes but you get a overwhelming feeling, like when i scored a winning goal playing football in front of 1500 supporters, feeling the hook set on my first salmon....Well i was standing in this Loch and the sun was setting over the sea causing the most deep orange glow all over the loch, mountains in the distance were disappearing, i had just landed a brown in the glowing loch, i turned to Woody and we just watched this magnificent sight in complete silence for a few Min's, a moment that i will always talk about, its hard for me to put this scene into words but it only a fisherman who would know what it felt like.. a true special moment......
The pictures below show just part of the view......
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
I was buzzing like a school kid, i had never been the west coast of Scotland and had tyred it years ago in my vw camper van only for the engine to blow up at Lancaster!!
I decided to get straight to the car park and get my head down as not to miss the boat, I arrived to the port to see a huge Ferry all lit up in the dark which looked well impressive, I had never been on a boat before and was really looking forward to getting on.
Sleeping in the car was a nightmare as i could not get comfy but i ended up getting 5 hrs kip in so was happy as i wanted to be fresh for the fishing.....
I woke up around 7 and purchased my return ticket for £10.00!!! the weather was bright blue Sky's with a beautiful cool crisp air, I got on the boat ready for my 2hr trip over to Islay, the scenery was like nothing i have ever seen, the sea was flat calm with mountains all around me, i had the crack with the Scottish crew who were laughing at me get hammered by the midges, they said that the midges bite the English much harder!! One of the lads kindly gave me a lighter as i had left mine back at the car, i got my own back by saying to them 'i will never call you Jocks
tw"ts again!!' they all laughed there heads off and made me a brew in there cabin..
I met a couple of Swedish Tourists who were bird watching from the boat and i had a go of there leica binoculars, i used to take the pi"s out of these people but i enjoyed seeing some of the wildlife on view here, it must be a sign i am getting older!!
As i was closing in to the port at Islay i had got hold of Woody on the walkie talkies we use at fishing, so i managed to pick him out from a good distance, shown in the photo below...(spot Woody in the Dodgy barbour shirt)
On arriving at the port i met Woody and we shook hands and took off to see the river Lagan i had been so eager to see, the river looked top draw with lots of rifles and sweeping bends running right into the sea pool, the river was looking considerably low as they had no rain for over a week.
At the head of a pool we saw a huge salmon come leaping right out the water, a sight that makes any fisherman's mouth water!!
We were due to fish here on the next day(Monday) so we made our way back to our digs, this Island is so nice, miles away from the hustle and bustle i live in, Woody kept waving at everyone who drove past who also returned a smile and a wave, i started to realise that this is what everyone does on this Island, i am used to people shouting abuse and giving me the V sign back home!!
At the digs(Cottage) i met up with my other fishing partner (Peter) now known as Peter Pollock!
We stopped in a bungalow right on the beach front, you could walk straight out of your door and onto the beach, it was very quite only the sound of the sea to be heard, it felt like a place i was meant to be and i just wanted to check out the fishing to see if this was as good..
We tackled up and we all went for a evening session on one of the more well know lochs Finnlaggen, i was buzzing to get out and was really looking forward to the river the next day but a loch would be a good start for me..
The loch was beautiful, a lime stone bottom and only around three foot in most places with deep holes in the middle, the water was peat stained but looked very clean and clear, something i have never seen and got to love at the end of the session.
I tackled up with my usual dry fly set up and selected a small emerging olive, all the locals do not dream of using a dry and its 3 flys on the wet all the time, a long tradition for them..
It was around five o'clock and it was warm with bright blue Sky's with no wind, not top fly fishing conditions but still the best for chilling on this loch..
Peter selected a wet fly set up and started to catch fish just up from me, i am a dry only and was pigg headed and kept with my dry as this is my love.. I could see no rises and was starting to get that sinking feeling of switching to the wet when a fish smashed my fly from know where, Buzzin!! 'they take the dry youth' i shouted over to Woody.. five seconds later i lost my first true wild brown from a hook pull, i was now buzzing as i knew that these fish would come even though there was no apparent hatch..
I fished with a olive and a sedge for a couple of hours and missed four takes and got the hook pulled three occasions, it was all down to my bad fishing as i was tired from my trip and was not sharp on to the fish...
Peter caught around 8 fish on the wets, top class fin perfect, hooked virgin browns..it was obvious from watching him he was a top fly man with loads of fishing experience..
I had blanked in my first few hours fishing but had stuck with the dry, i told this to Peter and he said he just wanted to catch fish! He was very right but i was about to have my revenge soon!!
We headed off back to our digs at dusk and got stuck into fresh Pollock that Peter had caught in the sea earlier in the day. This bloke was also a top cook!!
A few beers for me, Woody on the Whisky and Peter smashed on the wine!!
I was loving it already!!
Day 2 to follow.............