As a few of you know, my Dad has not been too well recently. He was diagnosed with cancer at the beginning of the year and is going through chemo at the moment. Last year we had planned to do a fishing trip to the west coast of Ireland about now. That has been placed on hold until he beats this horrible disease.
A phone call from a good friend of ours last month offered the perfect tonic. Three days stay in a cottage near Loch Tay which has its own wee hill loch stuffed with hard fighting wild browns. It was an offer we couldn't refuse. There is one boat on the Loch which we rotated between the four rods. Here are some pics from our trip.
The cottage and the Loch
Me and my Dad preparing for a drift
Jack Scougal. This guy has forgotten more about fishing than I will ever know and his enthusiasm is still infectious!
I took a walk into the hill one day. You can see the feeder burn in the foreground and the Loch we were on in the distance.
View from the loung window
Some more pics of the Loch in various moods.
The fishing was steady over the three days with trout showing on most drifts. We were also able to pick up a few from the bank. Top flies for me were bibios, black snatchers and the ever present black spider.
Here are some pics of a few browns to my rod.
The fish averaged about 3/4lb with the odd one over 1lb
Me ol' Dad in his element.
A brilliant few days fishing with some quality, hard fighting browns and great company. We spotted a golden eagle twice and the male hen harrier was a regular visitor to the loch during our stay. It never ceases to amaze me what our beautiful wee country has to offer.