I've been trying all year to get back to Beannie and finally I made it before the snows came!
Last Sunday Iain Cameron, Darren Kirkwood and myself took a wander up the hill to see if the troots would play. Just before the hut we were greeted by clouds of olives and it didn't take much more than that to spur us in to action. After a quick brew whilst we tackled up we were all soon wading out and casting to rising troot.
I must have missed half a dozen of the little buggers before one finally came to hand. Takes were lightening fast and you had to be too.
We stopped for lunch and compared notes and decided that sub surface was much better than on the top. Darren took the boat out for a spin and had some success at the beach end of the loch. Iain did the same later, again with success, but I stuck to wading the hut shore, which is the reason that I love going to Beannie.
This decision ended with a lovelly pounder in the net and a big grin on my face. He was one of the spottiest troot I have ever seen and a good end to another great day on one of my favourite lochs.
Definately back next year!