Ayrshire is a corner of Scotland previously unknown to me, to my surprise i found Ayr it's self to be quite a nice looking town and the scenery in between he towns quite charming.
It was a glorious day (Wednesday) I arrived at the tackle shop in Ayr and got info, last word of warning was of the wading , "watch you dint step off a ledge" .
When i arrived at the river i was surprised at the sheer size of the water, much bigger than i expected with towering sandstone cliffs , and now i could see what the warning was all about though there were big shelves of sandstone you could walk on comfortably the abyss was never far away.
It was a glorious day (Wednesday) I arrived at the tackle shop in Ayr and got info, last word of warning was of the wading , "watch you dint step off a ledge" .
When i arrived at the river i was surprised at the sheer size of the water, much bigger than i expected with towering sandstone cliffs , and now i could see what the warning was all about though there were big shelves of sandstone you could walk on comfortably the abyss was never far away.
I started fishing it was about 11am , and on my first cast i hooked a Small trout which took a nymph hung under a big klink NZ style. Working my way up the river i felt it was like a home from home the rivres character being very similar to my local only on a much grander scale. The only bits really worth paying attention too on most pools were the heads the main body of the pool being lifeless too deep on the whole and difficult to fish at range using a searching method. A few risers were to be had in some shallower flats but on closer expection they proved to be salmon Parr, so i didn't spend too long pursuing them.
Heres a few pictures of my captures for the day, some of the most yellow troots ive seen in good health and great fighters and grayling (i had 2) were a real bonus despite being technically out of season , they were good too see after a chronic winter pursuing them.
No comments:
Post a Comment