Skip to main content

A Lovely Hillend Afternoon.

With the wife contended that my son would treat her to a nice drive to South Queensferry for Sunday Lunch I decided to indulge myself with a Lovely Sunday Afternoon at Hillend.
With the weather being so lovely the Loch was a bit too busy for my liking.I squeezed in for a few cast in the narrows, then I walked through the woods to Lowe's Bay. While walking through the woods I met Dennis. He said to me , What do you think? I looked down and he was carrying an enormous Fish. 17lb he said. He opened up the material he had wrapped it in to reveal a huge Pike.I was a bit taken aback as to why he had chapped it so to speak. He caught it on a Black Fritz Lure. I was puzzled and disappointed that he had killed it. Then I went round to the mound where I met auld Wull and Charlie.After a chin wag with them I decided to make my way round to the North Shore where I met a couple of blokes who recognized me from the Fly Fishing Forum. They told me they look at this Blog from time to time and said they enjoyed it. It was good to meet them and also good to know that people are enjoying this Blog. On reaching the North Shore I lazed around in the grass watching the Yaughtsmen sailing on the Loch and lapping up the sunshine I eventually started to fish and eventually caught my one and only trout of the Day. I caught it on a my Black wooly Bugger which has a bunch of dyed Pheasant tail for a tail instead of the usual marabou. Contented with my fish I wearily made my way back to the car park at the east end of the Loch. On the drive home I reflected on what was a perfect Sunday Afternoon.


Popular posts from this blog

The Clan Chief

I have been at the tying bench tonight tying up a few Clan Chiefs. This fly is a favourite of mine. It is a modern day traditional fly created by an Orcadian man,John Kennedy. it was originally designed by him for migratory fish. It also has a good reputation on the mainland for brown trout. Its creator was clearly inspired by the Kingsmill - Moore bumble patterns. This version I have tied tonight is a little bit over dressed as it was originally intended to be tied sparsely. I will let the trout decide.

Hillend Loch

Hillend Loch is a 350-acre loch lying halfway between Airdrie and Armadale. It was constructed in 1799 to supplement the Forth and Clyde canal system. The average depth of the loch is 8 feet, but the depth does drop to around 14 feet in the narrows between the Whitehill wood and the Braco wood. Feeding is rich in the loch and apart from the shoals of fry which abound here the underwater fodder includes snails, shrimps, nymphs of varying species, corixae and caddis. Above the surface the angling season will see hatches of hawthorn flies, chironomids, buzzers, daddies and sedges. There is plenty of space to fish around the loch no matter whether your preference is to wade and explore the little bays and weed beds along the shoreline or take a boat and float along some of the favoured drifts. The loch fishes well all over its expanse though I would recommend the bank angling at the following areas, The big moss, the wee moss, the braco burn area, the boathouse bay, the point of the woods,

Loch Ericht

After visiting wintery Hillend today it reminded me of a fishing trip to Loch Ericht early last year. Here is an account of the trip I wrote once I had thawed out. My first serious fishing trip of the season got underway at 4am last Sunday morning. Our destination was to be the north end of Loch Ericht near Dalwhinnie. We wanted to be there for first light so hence the very early rise and journey up the A9. The trip up was uneventful until we got to the roadworks at Balinluig as by the time we reached there the countryside had taken on a rather winery feel as the hills and fields had a light dusting of snow. Onward we drove but as we got further north the weather was really starting to get serious. The snow was falling and it was lying really deep, the road ahead just got treacherous and at times very dangerous. By the time we reached the Drummochter pass we were right in the middle of a blizzard. It got to the stage where we couldn’t see four feet in front of us and it was becoming