Loch Long, ah sweet loch long. 45 mins drive from my front door and a good day out, Just past Arrochar. Great views and some good hearty sea fishing that never leaves you empty handed.
Guaranteed.
That being said, when your fishing the same spot day in and day out it gets a little predictable.
A friend and i were hearing good things about Loch Fyne, which as it happens is just past Arrochar and round towards Inverary.
Why not says us, dump some petrol in the junker and lets get a taste of the action first hand so to speak...
We... I mean "I" drove round towards Furnace figuring if we didnt find a viable spot we could stop in at the quarry and cast out from there. This was the plan anyway, find a spot that looked good and deep from a rocky outcrop that seemed accessable without pissing off the indiginous natives of the local region.
By 2pm we had spied nary a half decent spot, un detered we made a line for Furnace... which went a bit wrong, the quary ive fished some weekend nights in the fr flung past turns out to be active and full of plant gear and angry looking natives wearing high vis atire.
Now completely up the creek with regards to a rod in the water we decided to venture deeper into the heartland and see where the road took us.
by 5pm we wound up in bandit country and "dueling banjos" could be heard as i looked out atop my perch and could see the open sea and IRELAND to my right and Arran and the Ailsa Craig to my left.
My mind reeling as i realised that im only really 30odd miles from home but due to the way roads work round these parts it took me 120 miles to get here.
A few miles later and im in Campbelltown and by this point seriously pedantic as to "the spot." Hell ive came this far so why not strive for perfection?
"Come oan! puhl in here and whill joost see whit happens" uttered my co-pilot.
"NAW ya haufwit, look at it its awe waves an shite! and look at the watir its awe shallie and cloudie broon, no even baw deep! haud yer weesht an whill fun a good yin."
My co pilot it seemed was begining to develop a severe case of "numb arse" from our little soujourn into the wilderness.
Campbelltown was a bust. My Co-Pilot visibly disturbed by my complete disregard for both the fuel guage and any kind of roadsigns kept uttering something about running off at the first utterance of "SQEALL FOR ME PIGGEH" as we ventured further into bat country. Eventualy winding up at "Port Righ" just next to Carradale.
Views? Spectacular!
Water? Deep clear blue.
Locals? Inbred!
Seems everyone we met on the walk in to the cove had a look of "you should not o a come down here boy."
That being said it was just the face's of the folks, once you got to talking they seemed genuinely nice and friendly.
Guess the harsh remoteness of their location just makes their faces look like skelped arses all day long.
That being said by 6:30 pm we had our rods in the water in the most picturesque place ive ever seen, staring right out onto Arran with seals wailing at us
7 Wrass, 2 Cod, 5 Coddling, a solitary sea trout, 8 Flounders (bastards kept hoovering up the bait at one point with those *****ly Wrass)
A few Mackarel from feathers (to restock bait)
A couple of dogfish from a bubble and of course big smiles all round till darkness fell at 9:30
Took us over an hour to get from our little outcrop back to the motor in complete darkness on the worst possable terain (shady volcanic slate stuff that felt razor sharp and had lovely big pools in between)
Then the homeward journey... by the time i got back to Furnace i was running on fumes. Not a single garage was open, i figured Inverary would have a 24hr but that seemed to have shut long ago. So yeah white knuckle going into the wild sans map.
Broon trousers comming back out without petrol, my arsehole was making buttons on the seat.
Teriffic day all in. Best adventure ive had in a long time and staved off the boredom for a while.
Guaranteed.
That being said, when your fishing the same spot day in and day out it gets a little predictable.
A friend and i were hearing good things about Loch Fyne, which as it happens is just past Arrochar and round towards Inverary.
Why not says us, dump some petrol in the junker and lets get a taste of the action first hand so to speak...
We... I mean "I" drove round towards Furnace figuring if we didnt find a viable spot we could stop in at the quarry and cast out from there. This was the plan anyway, find a spot that looked good and deep from a rocky outcrop that seemed accessable without pissing off the indiginous natives of the local region.
By 2pm we had spied nary a half decent spot, un detered we made a line for Furnace... which went a bit wrong, the quary ive fished some weekend nights in the fr flung past turns out to be active and full of plant gear and angry looking natives wearing high vis atire.
Now completely up the creek with regards to a rod in the water we decided to venture deeper into the heartland and see where the road took us.
by 5pm we wound up in bandit country and "dueling banjos" could be heard as i looked out atop my perch and could see the open sea and IRELAND to my right and Arran and the Ailsa Craig to my left.
My mind reeling as i realised that im only really 30odd miles from home but due to the way roads work round these parts it took me 120 miles to get here.
A few miles later and im in Campbelltown and by this point seriously pedantic as to "the spot." Hell ive came this far so why not strive for perfection?
"Come oan! puhl in here and whill joost see whit happens" uttered my co-pilot.
"NAW ya haufwit, look at it its awe waves an shite! and look at the watir its awe shallie and cloudie broon, no even baw deep! haud yer weesht an whill fun a good yin."
My co pilot it seemed was begining to develop a severe case of "numb arse" from our little soujourn into the wilderness.
Campbelltown was a bust. My Co-Pilot visibly disturbed by my complete disregard for both the fuel guage and any kind of roadsigns kept uttering something about running off at the first utterance of "SQEALL FOR ME PIGGEH" as we ventured further into bat country. Eventualy winding up at "Port Righ" just next to Carradale.
Views? Spectacular!
Water? Deep clear blue.
Locals? Inbred!
Seems everyone we met on the walk in to the cove had a look of "you should not o a come down here boy."
That being said it was just the face's of the folks, once you got to talking they seemed genuinely nice and friendly.
Guess the harsh remoteness of their location just makes their faces look like skelped arses all day long.
That being said by 6:30 pm we had our rods in the water in the most picturesque place ive ever seen, staring right out onto Arran with seals wailing at us
7 Wrass, 2 Cod, 5 Coddling, a solitary sea trout, 8 Flounders (bastards kept hoovering up the bait at one point with those *****ly Wrass)
A few Mackarel from feathers (to restock bait)
A couple of dogfish from a bubble and of course big smiles all round till darkness fell at 9:30
Took us over an hour to get from our little outcrop back to the motor in complete darkness on the worst possable terain (shady volcanic slate stuff that felt razor sharp and had lovely big pools in between)
Then the homeward journey... by the time i got back to Furnace i was running on fumes. Not a single garage was open, i figured Inverary would have a 24hr but that seemed to have shut long ago. So yeah white knuckle going into the wild sans map.
Broon trousers comming back out without petrol, my arsehole was making buttons on the seat.
Teriffic day all in. Best adventure ive had in a long time and staved off the boredom for a while.
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