West Ollay – A South Uist Machair Loch Obsession
South Uist’s West Ollay – I’m determined that one day this will be my favourite loch. This should be the place where my dreams come true.
The Highland Angler Blog
The Last Scottish Salmon – a Short Story
Against the odds she’d almost made it home. Two thousand miles of Atlantic peril lay behind her.
Lough Corrib – An Angling Love Affair
My love affair with Corrib began shortly after my traumatic break up with my first true love, the sea trout lochs of Sutherland.
Loch Stack – Memories of Fishing one of Scotland’s Great Sea Trout Lochs
Fishing Loch Stack in the early 1970’s I judge myself to have been amongst the lucky ones. Privileged to witness Stack in its final years as a great loch.
Fishing in South Uist: the Phenomenon of the Shells
It was a pretty grim day, only lightened by a stunning close up encounter with a Golden Eagle and the strange phenomenon of the shells.
Loch Leven – Memories of the Evening Rise, a Golden Time now Lost
It would be around 7:30 and the switch had just been flicked. Only five minutes earlier the gentle ripples had been frustratingly undisturbed but now in ever increasing numbers rising trout were dimpling the surface in all directions. The rise had begun.
Memorable Lost Fish: My Loch Bornish Regret
Nothing exotic or freakish just a once in lifetime fish from a highland loch, the fish I’ve spent a lifetime and a lot of cash chasing.
Fishing Adventures in South Uist: A Tale of Sea Trout
It’s August, which for me means a year of waiting is almost over, a return to South Uist is due. Fishing South Uist has many wonders, but for me its greatest are its sea trout – because it still has them, and has managed to escape the salmon cage imposed carnage inflicted on their mainland brethren.
First Memories – Why I Fish
I can’t remember the start. I can’t remember learning. I have always fished and always will.
A Lost Trout From Loch Leven – frustration, the one that got away!
Loch Leven, an evening last August. Perhaps it would be a good time to admit that the biggest wild brownie I’ve caught is a mere four pounds. Given the time, effort, and let’s be honest, straightforward cash I’ve expended trying to catch a really big one, you could say that a Corrib four pounder is a pretty poor effort – you may have a point.
Caladail – the Limestone Jewel of Caithness
Loch Caladail, a setting where the fish are the stars. Muscled slabs of silver, flanks highlighted with a hint of gold. Athletic, feisty and sometimes enticingly large.