On Sunday afternoon I found my myself driving to West Lothian listening to the end of season fortunes and misfortunes of various football clubs on the radio.
The juxtaposition of the lively football commentary and the quiet setting of Cobbinshaw Reservoir in the West Lothian countryside felt peculiar, as late afternoon seamlessly transitioned into early evening.
By the time that I arrived at Cobbie and got my boat ready, the Saints had just secured their Premier League status, while County faced the disheartening reality of dropping to the playoffs
As I motored the boat up to the north East corner of the reservoir I was surprised to see that there was only a couple of other boats out taking advantage of the very pleasant early evening weather.
I didnt have to wait too long to net my first fish as i located a fair bit of trout activity at the peat hag shore of the reservoir.
It was great fun to have a good nunber of trout interested and rising to my flies.
Throughout the evening, I managed to net three vigorous trout, lose a couple, and witnessed several others making splashy rises to my flies, only to come up short.
The fly patterns that proved most successful were a leggy green-tailed Kate and a pearly palmer.
The sun still had a few hours to shine before setting in the west, and the breeze continued to blow gently as I motored back down the reservoir to the boat moorings. I felt a great sense of contentment and success as I tied up the boat, gathered my gear, and loaded everything into my car.
On the drive home, I learned that City had won the League again and I thought of all the multi millions of pounds that was required just to achieve that success and happiness.
This day had been a perfect blend of tranquility and excitement, a reminder that some of life’s greatest joys come from the simplest of experiences without the need for extravagance.
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