Blast Frozen on Leven

Looking across to Sgorr Dhearg

Now I know what an Ammo sandeel feels like… Out with Ian on the loch yesterday and the wind was blasting down from the east, straight off the snow fields of the Mamores and Rannoch Moor. Frigid! And pointless 🙁 Our total catch was 1 crab and a solitary clappy doo (although in my defence it… Continue reading Blast Frozen on Leven

Shorefishing on Loch Leven

Tail-less thornback from Loch Leven

Well, the original plan had been a session from Ian’s boat, chasing St. Andrews cod and Pollack, but the virtual closure of the Forth Bridge put the brakes on that. It’s been a good while since I was last shorefishing on Loch Leven so a hasty rethink saw the rods packed in the car and… Continue reading Shorefishing on Loch Leven

A Pilgrimage to Sandwood Bay

Sandwood Beach with Spitfire engine

Very remote, often stormy, and always stunning, Sandwood is a broad sandy bay guarded on either end by sandstone cliffs hundreds of feet high which sits in the extreme and rather inaccessible NW corner of the Scottish mainland. Over the years it has acquired an almost mystical reputation as a place to visit, complete with the ghosts of drowned… Continue reading A Pilgrimage to Sandwood Bay

Shore rays

I didn’t fancy the hassle of a boat today, so just chucked the shore rods in the car and headed west. The idea was to split the day, with a few hours fishing at Loch Leven and then spend the afternoon having a bash at Loch Creran, which I’ve never tried before. Leven was both… Continue reading Shore rays

A modest start to 2014

My first fish of 2014 - a plump little codling from Arbroath

My 2014 fishing season kicked off in modest style on the Arbroath coastline with an early morning visit to Auchmithie. It’s been several years since I was here and in the dark it took some time to find the track down to the beach, negotiating a minor cliff-fall along the way. Alas, my effort was in… Continue reading A modest start to 2014

Dour day on Etive

Shore fishing from the south shore of Etive

Three days of leave, and three days of wet and windy weather – what else could you expect from December in Scotland? However it pretty much killed any interest in taking the boat out, and I found myself heading westwards with the shore rods more out of desperation than any hope of a good days… Continue reading Dour day on Etive