The plan was to spend a few days north of the border, even going as far up as Aberdeenshire. As ever, nature dealt us a cruel hand with rising rivers and strong northerly winds. Aborting our mission, we managed to find one likely spot though again the wind proved a problem. A good few hours walking and deliberating on where might be favourable passed before a handful of fish were eventually discovered. Richard was first to score with a fit 1lb 10oz trout. But, shortly afterwards the albeit meagre trickle of olives dried up. A team of spiders worked through some tumbling water produced a modest pounder for me then out of nowhere this large snout poked through the surface film. A quick flick upstream of this disturbance produced our best for the day (above), making our long journey and walk well worth it.
~Specimen trout like this hen fish are our future and need to be turned loose~
