Well, just back last night from 6 wild and windy days chasing trouts on North Uist. 6 days, 730 miles, a dozen new waters, miles of walking, and lots (and then some) of windy days.
Long drive from Aberdeen to Skye made enjoyable by bright sunshine and the stunning scenery of the glens. Scotland in the sun is just beautiful. Onwards to Uig for the shortish ferry hop across to Lochmaddy, then to the highly recommended Ardnastruban BnB on Grimsaay.
Driving across Uist is dangerous - water on both sides, and you're constantly looking and scanning the very fishy looking lochs and lochans... you have to force yourself to concentrate!
ready to start.
So, day one, headed to a brackish, sprawling water with a few tidal inlets, with the intention of chasing some slob trout. Oh, and of course it was very windy (but only n the 15mph-20 range, which proved to be the calmest conditions of the week!). Wonderful water - hugely prolific, with snails, flatties, pin fry, little minnnowy things, shrimps, all manner of weed and underwater grasses. And daddies everywhere in the heather and grass.
A long hike to the top of the water, marvelling at the amount of life in the margins (and spooking a fish that left a large bow wave). A fruitless first hour or so hunting. Then found a narrow channel, with wind lanes running between my shore and a rocky shore across from me, some 40 metres away. A few casts in and a fat 12oz trout took a claret DHS. Great! Two casts later, and a solid bang. Tightened into a decent fish, which swam, back out of the water, straight upwind. Imitating Paul Young, i remember saying "Wow, that's a beezer" and a few other choice words as it leapt and led me around. Safely netted and weighed at a very healthy 2lb 4oz. Took a size 14 claret snatcher.
closely followed by number 3, a fine trout of exactly 1lb 8 oz
so, 12 noon. that was 3 fish in 40 minutes, for a total of 4.5lbs... i thought I was in for an incredible day, but sadly, that was it. Not a single take, tug, tweak or trout to be seen the rest of the day. I tramped and trudged and waded and watched and waited... Made it back to car, heated some tinned ravioli (dining in style!) then opted to explore another couple of lochs nearby.
One was unfishable - wind in my face; one, from the road, looked unfishable - bonkers weed growth of huge tall stems making grass islands, but I returned later to have some sport in the open areas. SO, back to loch one, and another long hike to fish its nearby cousins. Windy, no fish...
getting dark
time to hit the road
Day one set the trend - bursts of action; shit weather; lots of hiking and exploring to find parking spots/fishable spots; attempts at numerous waters, sometimes fruitless, but lots of enjoyment of being out in wild wild places.