Walking and Brown Trout Fishing in Scotland

These are my trip reports. Click on the name to read them.

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Achiltibuie

Achiltibuie is on the NW coast of Scotland between Ullapool and Lochinver and the lochs I fished are permitted by the Summer Isles Hotel and guests have priority. I camped at the campsite at Achnahaird, no hot water, no showers but there are toilets and sinks with running water (now closed 2008).

Attadale

Attadale was the destination for our annual fishing trip this year. Find Kyle of Lochalsh on your map of Scotland, it's where the bridge is to Skye, and follow the road and railway line towards Inverness, when you reach Loch Carron look for Attadale station, this was our starting point.

Ederline

I finally arrived at White Cairn farm and walked up the path, past the Duck Loch to the end of the Sandy Loch, in the area between the two Big Faeries, to where Bob (bordertroot) was camped beneath the Bare Hill of the Roaring Stags.

FISHERFIELD

Fisherfield Forest lies to the North of Loch Maree in Wester Ross, Scotland. If you look at the map, it is the area behind An Teallach, about as wild as you can get in Scotland.

INCHNADAMPH or NEARLY NOT!

I left home at 15:30 and travelled up the A9 till I stopped at the Information lay-by on the North side of the Kessock Bridge, at Inverness, for a bite to eat. The weather had been cloudy up to that point and it now began to rain heavily and didn't look as if it was going to get any better. I continued on my way and the farther west I got the worse the weather got.

INCHNADAMPH (Revisited May 2006)

I left home and travelled up the A9 till I stopped at the Information lay-by on the North side of the Kessock Bridge, at Inverness, for a bite to eat.The weather had been cloudy and wet up to that point and it now began to rain and didn't look as if it was going to get any better. I continued on my way and the farther west I got the better the weather got. The cloud was rising over the hills and the sun was shining.

The Hare, the Hound and the Tortoise

It was three years in the planning before we eventually got everything together and headed for Inverlael and Lochan a` Chnapaich. I picked up Fred, the Hare, and Suzy, the Hound, in the car park at Carrbridge in warm sunny weather.

KILMELFORD July 2006

My return to Kilmelford was long overdue. It had been a while since I last fished the hill lochs and I was looking forward to a re-acquaintance with the likes of Chaorainn, Dubh Loch Mor and Beg.

LOCH BA

This was my first Outing of the year. It came about after some of the posters on the Wild Fishing Scotland Forum decided to have another 'Argos Tent Rally' and I was able to attend.

Moidart The rough bounds (An Garbh Chriochan)

Moidart, Bonny Prince Charlie, the seven men, the rough bounds, or An Garbh Chriochan as it is in the Gaelic. I had read about it in novels and now here I was in the middle of it. I had driven up from home the night before and slept in the car in the grounds of Kinlochmoidart House, not the best start to the climb that faced me, but there was nothing new in that.

Torridon, Liathach and beyond

The car park was full and it took a bit of manoeuvring to get the car parked where it wouldn't be in the way for the seven days it would be there. I pulled my gear from the boot of the car. Boots on and gaiters zipped up, GPS switched on to get the satellites, then the rucksack. Everything I needed for seven nights in the hills, all 18 Kilos of it. I settled it on my back, hung the camera and GPS round my neck, closed and locked the car making sure I put the keys in the zip pocket of my trousers, and set off