flappy
Well-known member
.. the wife booked me a day’s fishing on a wild brown trout loch yesterday.
Loch was about 40 acres.. with a river running through it… fair chance of salmon and sea trout running through there.. but not allowed to fish for them..
Got there about 12 ish.. faced with sideways rain and a stiff wind blowing straight down the loch..
Looked pretty rough with white horses and waves.
Got the gear together and tackled up.. I thought it would be better to do that on shore as if I did it on the boat then I would be blown along before I had set up.
Eventually got out there.. to find out that the loch was actually only two feet deep and full of tree stumps and rocks… I had about 3/4 of a mile to row to find a sheltered spot to fish… just leeward of an island.
Basically I spent an hour rowing against the wind.. until I hit a stump with an oar.. about in the middle of the loch.. and the rowlock popped out of the gunnel..
I managed to catch it before it disappeared over the side and tried to refit it..
Fucking thing.it was held on with a bit of steel high tensile fencing wire which took an age to bend and refit.
After I had finished it.. I looked up to find that the wind had drifted the boat to the place I had been half an hour earlier.... so rowed some more.
I basically spent two hours rowing and still was in the middle of the loch with another 800 yards to go.. swear words were flowing freely and I was soaking wet.. even my headphones had packed up and were now full of water.
Rowing against the wind and getting nowhere… then I had a great revelation.. sod this for a game of soldiers.. and just drifted towards another island and dropped the anchor. Managed to get half an hour of fishing before the anchor dragged and I was beached on the island.
At which point I jumped over the side of the boat and dragged the fucking thing back to the mooring… then I went home… wishing I had stayed in the house with the logburner on.
Loch was about 40 acres.. with a river running through it… fair chance of salmon and sea trout running through there.. but not allowed to fish for them..
Got there about 12 ish.. faced with sideways rain and a stiff wind blowing straight down the loch..
Looked pretty rough with white horses and waves.
Got the gear together and tackled up.. I thought it would be better to do that on shore as if I did it on the boat then I would be blown along before I had set up.
Eventually got out there.. to find out that the loch was actually only two feet deep and full of tree stumps and rocks… I had about 3/4 of a mile to row to find a sheltered spot to fish… just leeward of an island.
Basically I spent an hour rowing against the wind.. until I hit a stump with an oar.. about in the middle of the loch.. and the rowlock popped out of the gunnel..
I managed to catch it before it disappeared over the side and tried to refit it..
Fucking thing.it was held on with a bit of steel high tensile fencing wire which took an age to bend and refit.
After I had finished it.. I looked up to find that the wind had drifted the boat to the place I had been half an hour earlier..
.. so rowed some more.I basically spent two hours rowing and still was in the middle of the loch with another 800 yards to go.. swear words were flowing freely and I was soaking wet.. even my headphones had packed up and were now full of water.
Rowing against the wind and getting nowhere… then I had a great revelation.. sod this for a game of soldiers.. and just drifted towards another island and dropped the anchor. Managed to get half an hour of fishing before the anchor dragged and I was beached on the island.
At which point I jumped over the side of the boat and dragged the fucking thing back to the mooring… then I went home… wishing I had stayed in the house with the logburner on.
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