Following on from last night's post comes the second part of my relatively midge free week away.
Once the household settled down after a huge breakfast (my mum almost force feeds us) I convince everyone that there is a lack of seafood around, with shells and without. Without further ado it's off to the shore.
As usual Sargent Major Big Ears was directing everyone.
The wife just remembered she can't eat shellfish as she's expecting in January.
If you want a job doing properly, do it yourself!
Hang on, I've just seen a lobster!!
After a morning gathering winkles (and watching Brock diving for his supper) I left the party to their own devices and took my four legged mate sea fishing along the coast.
I brought along both fly and spinner so if one failed the other should surely succeed. Surprisingly they were both neck and neck all the way through the trip but of course it was so much more satisfying to catch on the fly.
One of the biggest but the rest weren't much smaller.
The deadly fly. To be honest it worked that well I didn't properly try the others I tied.
He reckons his was bigger!
I managed about 10 of that size and it was a hard walk home! Needless to say all are in my folks and our freezer awaiting a transformation into fish cakes and fish pies.
Nothing is wasted so the heads went to the ferrets and dogs and the seagulls got the guts.
Part 3 tommorrow. It's called guess the loch.
NW Scotland Part 2
SKB tackle supporter. I love Furled Leaders.
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