As I celebrate this milestone, it's only fitting to look back at the highlights of the fishing season.
Despite fishing less frequently at Hillend this year, a decision mentioned in previous reflections, the season brought its own set of remarkable experiences. The most notable among them was a weekend escapade to Caithness, a week immersed in the captivating landscapes of the Outer Hebrides, a day trip to Corrour, and several afternoons spent on the banks of the Upper Clyde. Each outing was a chapter in a larger narrative, contributing to another year of the Hillend Dabbler blog.
One standout moment was the privilege of participating in the Scottish Game Fair at Scone during the summer.
Tying flies amidst some of the country's finest fly tyers was an honor, allowing me to share the vice and passion for the craft in a public setting. The experience was not only a delight but also a cherished memory, offering a glimpse into the camaraderie among fellow flytying enthusiasts.
Amidst the bustling activity at the vice, another highlight was a visit to Megan Boyd's ruined house and fly-tying shed. The trip to Kintradwell, though tinged with expected sadness, provided a poignant reminder of the passage of time and the impermanence of cherished places. It was a reflective journey, honoring the legacy of a renowned figure in fly fishing.
As the season unfolded, one couldn't help but feel a sense of closure as the decision to move on from Hillend loomed.
The changing landscapes mirrored the transitions in my own angling pursuits, with a mixture of anticipation for new adventures and a touch of nostalgia for the familiar waters.
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In closing, I extend my thanks to those who take the time to read my Hillend Dabbler blog.
The journey has been enriched by the memories created, the friendships forged, and the lessons learned along the way.
As I share the latest fly pattern tied tonight, I raise a toast to many more years of the Hillend Dabbler, each promising new stories, experiences, and the enduring love for the art of fly fishing and flytying.
Cheers!
