Part Three:
After the mini storm all looked grim with the shallow marl waters in these parts having taken a pounding both from the wind and rapid increase in levels (Kirbister had risen by three feet). So a wee exploritory trip to a wee (well now not so wee) stream was in order. Sadly this too was running very dirty so the exploration was binned after just a few mins. Harray next at the Brodgar end. Bad move very dirty and although managed a single fish it wasn't really fun. Remarked to Graham that we should've been at the other end given the prevailing wind it was likely it could be clearer up there. Found out from Henry and Bob that was the case and they had been on rising fish all afternoon
After a look at Kirbister which was like oxtail soup we headed to a wee banker spot i know garunteed not to be coloured with us both landing two fish each one in the pound and a quarter range and one hitting about two. Not bad and certainly would have taken this if offered first thing.
Back to the digs for the last hurrah.
Tues and all packed up and ready to roll early (ish) and Harray was the venue of choice (following Henry and Bob's success the day before). Biggins proved success if a little slow to begin with, untill i headed out into the main body of the loch onto the now fully submerged skerries. Fish had moved right onto them and were keen to hit the fly (Olive or Claret Hog and Silver Invicta) with a few over the pound in about a foot and half of water meant fights were mostly airborne and spectacular. Brilliant and exactly what i'd hoped for, Orkney at it's best. This is the picture that lives in the mind and drives you back time and again.
All too soon sadly it was ferry time and another Orkney adventure had come close to its end (well for Henry, Graham and me as Sandy, Scott, Bob and his missus staying for a wee bit longer. me envy green?)
It was a sad feeling standing on the ferry upper deck watching the islands slip away once again after yet another memorable jaunt where we seemed to have it all fishing surprises, memorable sport, cracking fishing weather, big storms, unforgettable seas, old friends and above all great company and crac. Aye it was a hard one to leave this year, but makes it all the sweeter the next time.
Pics will follow i promise as soon as i get them off the camera.
