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just back, came home early as was alerted to the impending arrival of Ell by the locals boarding their windows up 
bit of a mixed week (well 3 weeks) weather, monster sized longliners and pair trawlers doing their worst, so nothing of note size wise. nearly didn't get there, got 2 miles down the road when the trailer collapsed, so dragged it back home and spent the next 3 hours jacking the boat of the duff trailer and lowering it onto the trailer from t'other boat. not the best start, but better 2 miles down the road than half way up the M74. couple of new species for me (well maybe) but some nice pics!
finally there and getting it in the water, sat on my mooring for the enxt week till the weather decided to play nice, pesky West/North Westerlies whipped it up good and proper (as predicted!)
so it was time for finn to finally get his casting perfected - he's now a total fishing addict,
although the dog did tend to nick his fish though
when not fishing he found a novel way of amusing the german tourists whilst perfecting his blakey impressions
2 new species for me (according to the bairn's observer book of 'Fishes')
axillary wrasse maybe
corkwing wrasse maybe
once the wind died it left this for a few days
most wierd was scorching on the shore but half a mile off it sat, was waiting for some James Herbert nasties to come out of it, did go out in it once but was very wierd. lots of fishing boats, navy ships and ferries all of which sounded just like they were bearing down on us, so had to stick to inshore potting and living on these for a week:
this is what its all about up there though, sun setting in front of you as you bend into another good fish from the rocks
or my fave of all, 6 miles out in the minch, just as a darkness falls and the lunkers come out to play
ended up nothing more than a conger about 10 or 12lbs from the wreck of a German Sub but fought like buggery through over 200metres of water and tide
then tucked up on the worlds most picturesque mooring for the night - the only 70 quid a year I don't begrudge paying to the crown
beats being at home, even though I didn't get to any of my favourite fishy places on the boat, although did get to the oberon banks for the first time, which if any one is ever up there with a boat is a real lucky dip of a fishy spot, drifting the full length of the bank, managed half a dozen drops in one drift, caught ling, haddock, plaice, pollack, thornback and a spurdog
species list for the 3 weeks: Coalies (several tons probably) all sworn at and returned, pollack umpteen, including a 10lber on the fly rod (caught using the catch 40 4oz fish one after another method), several lsd's all returned with advice about moisturiser for skin problems, mackeral by the bucket load, all eaten by me, the dog, crabs and lobsters or other fish, 2 dabs (used on the back of postcards to cover the postage) 3 plaice - eaten, 1 haddock - battered and then eaten, ling - returned, went belly up so netted and eaten) 1 spurdog - cuddled then returned, 1 thornie - returned, couple of flavours of wrasse (according to finn) various rocklings and granny fish - used to demonstrate to the kids what you end up looking like if you don't eat your greens)and returned, also ate several dozen velvets crabs, about a dozen brown crabs, half a dozen lobsters, and bucket full of langoustines scrounged from a prawn boat that nearly ran us down
roll on october
Ell is probably in Balamory right now demanding to know the wherabouts of Miss Hoolie. got a text from him explaining his whereabouts (recieved just as we were getting on the corran ferry)
little does he know the van he's staying in is about 10mins walk from a burn running thick with sea trout and a rock mark that has abundant big pollack!
bit of a mixed week (well 3 weeks) weather, monster sized longliners and pair trawlers doing their worst, so nothing of note size wise. nearly didn't get there, got 2 miles down the road when the trailer collapsed, so dragged it back home and spent the next 3 hours jacking the boat of the duff trailer and lowering it onto the trailer from t'other boat. not the best start, but better 2 miles down the road than half way up the M74. couple of new species for me (well maybe) but some nice pics!
finally there and getting it in the water, sat on my mooring for the enxt week till the weather decided to play nice, pesky West/North Westerlies whipped it up good and proper (as predicted!)
so it was time for finn to finally get his casting perfected - he's now a total fishing addict,
although the dog did tend to nick his fish though
when not fishing he found a novel way of amusing the german tourists whilst perfecting his blakey impressions
2 new species for me (according to the bairn's observer book of 'Fishes')
axillary wrasse maybe
corkwing wrasse maybe
once the wind died it left this for a few days
most wierd was scorching on the shore but half a mile off it sat, was waiting for some James Herbert nasties to come out of it, did go out in it once but was very wierd. lots of fishing boats, navy ships and ferries all of which sounded just like they were bearing down on us, so had to stick to inshore potting and living on these for a week:
this is what its all about up there though, sun setting in front of you as you bend into another good fish from the rocks
or my fave of all, 6 miles out in the minch, just as a darkness falls and the lunkers come out to play
ended up nothing more than a conger about 10 or 12lbs from the wreck of a German Sub but fought like buggery through over 200metres of water and tide
then tucked up on the worlds most picturesque mooring for the night - the only 70 quid a year I don't begrudge paying to the crown
beats being at home, even though I didn't get to any of my favourite fishy places on the boat, although did get to the oberon banks for the first time, which if any one is ever up there with a boat is a real lucky dip of a fishy spot, drifting the full length of the bank, managed half a dozen drops in one drift, caught ling, haddock, plaice, pollack, thornback and a spurdog
species list for the 3 weeks: Coalies (several tons probably) all sworn at and returned, pollack umpteen, including a 10lber on the fly rod (caught using the catch 40 4oz fish one after another method), several lsd's all returned with advice about moisturiser for skin problems, mackeral by the bucket load, all eaten by me, the dog, crabs and lobsters or other fish, 2 dabs (used on the back of postcards to cover the postage) 3 plaice - eaten, 1 haddock - battered and then eaten, ling - returned, went belly up so netted and eaten) 1 spurdog - cuddled then returned, 1 thornie - returned, couple of flavours of wrasse (according to finn) various rocklings and granny fish - used to demonstrate to the kids what you end up looking like if you don't eat your greens)and returned, also ate several dozen velvets crabs, about a dozen brown crabs, half a dozen lobsters, and bucket full of langoustines scrounged from a prawn boat that nearly ran us down
roll on october
Ell is probably in Balamory right now demanding to know the wherabouts of Miss Hoolie. got a text from him explaining his whereabouts (recieved just as we were getting on the corran ferry)
little does he know the van he's staying in is about 10mins walk from a burn running thick with sea trout and a rock mark that has abundant big pollack!
can't pretend I'm not jealous...looks mint
