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Dungavel Reservoir

        Yesterday Scott and I  visited Dungavel reservoir. My last visit there turned out to be a red letter day but this time round it was a bit different. On arriving at the loch Jim a member of the UAAA committee asked us if we really wanted to fish as the east wind puts the fish down and he didn't hold out much hope for for us being successful. Undeterred we decide to fish as we had come all that way and we would have a go no matter what the weather. We were given the key for the hut and the boat but decided not to go afloat because of the strong wind but did make good use of the hut when having our coffee and sandwiches etc. To cut a long story short I caught less than one but Scott caught a couple of small trout on the kate McLsren. Fishing was poor but I had a great day out trying to fool the trout in adverse conditions. Make no mistake Dungavel is a great venue, we just had the misfortune to visit when the weather wasn't ideal. That might sound like a

Old Boys and beginners.

Yesterday I  arrived at the loch about half past one just in time for the mist which had lingered all morning was starting to disappear. I strung my rod and made up my cast of a gold headed hare lug nymph on the point and a Kate on the dropper. I walked along the south shore until I came to the two jetties at the wee moss where I met Jim the Greengairs man. He was leaving and told me a fish was moving about in this area but he had failed to tempt it and advised me to have a few cast there. As I approached the shore I saw a rise and after four cast hooked into a nice brown trout which grabbed my kate and then proceeded to thrash around on the surface. Unfortunately the trout threw the hook and I was left with that empty feeling that many anglers know so well. I rested the water for a while and tried again but there was no further sign of a trout in this area.. I then noticed Iain a work colleague over near the cliffs who is learning to fly fish. I had  few cast at the wee moss b

Spellbound in the Highlands

My first wild fishing trip of the year started in usual fashion, I slept in! well I was supposed to be up at 4.30am and I didn't  get to my bed until three hours before that. A little later than planned my two mates and I begun the journey to Lochaber and the Loch of the Witches Lair. Instead of taking our frying pan and cooking our own high cholesterol inducing goodies for breakfast by the lochside as we normally do we decided instead to have our breakfast cooked for us and sampled the delights of a full Scottish breakfast from a well known supermarket in Fort William. Our ravenous appetite satisfied we drove the relatively short journey to the Witches Lair. As we geared up and got ready to go afloat we noticed something that supported the theory that this area was indeed the site of witchcraft, we found a lamb's head lying on the shores of the loch. Perhaps it fell from a cauldron as a spell was being prepared. Unperturbed we went afloat. Scott and I on one

Better than watching paint dry!

    Today was all about avoiding the house as my wife was painting the kitchen. I blame Sky tv for giving women too many ideas. No I didn't make her do it. Its a labour of love for her but a nightmare for me. So off I went to the loch to miss the excitement of watching paint dry. I got my waders repaired so I opted once again for the north shore but this time I fished from the Shields Burn to the coal/sandy bay. I had to wade out a fair bit as the wind was coming into the shore from the South west. I worked my way all along until i reached the sandy bay. Nothing doing I sat about a bit and wandered up the Shields burn to get some pics. I started again and fished right down the shore but all to no avail. I stopped for a break and had my coffee and sandwiches and tried once more at the mouth of the burn but still nothing was doing. So I decided I might as well try for a pike as I know where they live . So off I went to the usual place. The fishing was more comfortable as the

Fishing in a thunderstorm

For years I hunted down the famous " Lets Fish the Clyde" book by Robert C Sharp to no avail. Then unexpectantly a copy was offered on a flyfishing forum a couple of years ago. I wont say how much I payed for it but copies of this Clyde fis hers bible can reach as much as £200. Its fair to say I didnt pay that much but the cost was quite considerable so I suppose I got a bargain.Anway I digress. I though it would be a good idea to upload a passage from this book. In the following passage Mr Sharp offers his experience of fishing in a thunderstorm.