Once I found my chalk and slate notes I tried to transfer my hieroglyphics into modern text.
Durness is amazing. We had strong South Westerly winds 25-35mph on the Thursday and were pleased with 15 buttery beauties between 3/4lb and 3lb to the boat. Traditional wet fly teams were the order of the day with hugry trout hammering the flies in the foamy waves. Five fish each before the decision to head for shore as the waves were just cresting the beam of the boat under drogue.
Friday wind started in the SW and worked it’s way round to the North West. Again making casting and fishing difficult. Despite trying the full array of tactics none touched a fish all day. I made the call to swap lochs and we headed off. We arrived as light was just getting to the magical witching hour and set off down each side of the loch. Half way down the immortal shout from Steven of “Fish On” rang out above the wind. Shortly after composing myself from laughter. I asked is it decent? I got a mixture of expletives and I don’t know but it is big. I then saw a head and tail appear out the water like a picture in a moby dick book. Wading as fast as my short legs would take me I then began to make my way round the loch. I tried to text the Red Death Tour lads the news. Eds did a pretty good job of deciphering my predictive texts. I saw Steven net her and heard the celebration cry. I knew it was special. I didn’t know how special till I arrived out of breath beside him at the lochside. I am surprised none of you heard my neandethal cry of joy from Durness to be fair as it erupted from deep in my sole. The joy of all our faces was one to treasure. I dinna really think the gentlemanly handshake and pat on the shoulder could convey the absolute delight to have a mate land such a wonderful fish. We marvelled as she recovered and was released to swim again. We retired back to the camper at peace and had a
Few drinks to celebrate and talk it over, and naturally send the obvious check this oot photos to Abody. I have had the pleasure of fishing Durness with my friends for a number of years and it is more than just a fishing mecca, it is a place my fishing soul finds peace and I always find it hard to return home. This year she showed her kinder side and I will live long and happy with the awesome sight of one of the most magnificent fish I have ever had the pleasure to coo and ooh over.
I am tying a raft of flees for next season already as Mr Sinclair’s box took a battering. Sorry eds.