Wading towards the end of the season now, water almost summer level, the wind getting up a fair blast and the leaves, following a sharp frost the other morning, were creating a form of consomme in the streams and shrunken pools. Time to look aboot ye, as the say in the Kingdom.
First up a hen fish looking attractive still in her advanced state of pregnancy.
Then, on a wee side stream, evidence of spawning activity. A bit early for salmon, but after the frosts, who knows? A lump of a redd anyway, too big in my opinion to be a sea trout.
Further down the stream, a smaller redd, most likely a sea trout this time.
Then a wee angry cock grilse that attacked the flamethrower with some venom and punched way above his weight.
At this point I should have taken a photo of the beaver activity that has temporarily ruined a great lie in our bottom pool but the light was fading fast and I didn't, sorry.
Anyway, back at the car this wee roe scuttled into cover.
In the middle part of the day, lunch consisted of butter fried fresh scallops washed down with a bottle of fine wine after which we talked even more p**h than usual.
Today underlined how much I would miss the salmon fishing, I hope it picks itself up and continues to provide the enjoyment we have all got so used to and maybe took it for granted?
First up a hen fish looking attractive still in her advanced state of pregnancy.
Then, on a wee side stream, evidence of spawning activity. A bit early for salmon, but after the frosts, who knows? A lump of a redd anyway, too big in my opinion to be a sea trout.
Further down the stream, a smaller redd, most likely a sea trout this time.
Then a wee angry cock grilse that attacked the flamethrower with some venom and punched way above his weight.
At this point I should have taken a photo of the beaver activity that has temporarily ruined a great lie in our bottom pool but the light was fading fast and I didn't, sorry.
Anyway, back at the car this wee roe scuttled into cover.
In the middle part of the day, lunch consisted of butter fried fresh scallops washed down with a bottle of fine wine after which we talked even more p**h than usual.
Today underlined how much I would miss the salmon fishing, I hope it picks itself up and continues to provide the enjoyment we have all got so used to and maybe took it for granted?