The soothing gentle breeze, the crystal clear water lilting against the shore, the swoosh of the fly line as it flows back and forth through the air, the rhythmic clicking of the reel as more line is released, the periodic pops as eager fish break the surface, the barely perceptible ripples as the fly is presented to the fish with impeccable precision.... well, that was the dream!
It all seemed so simple when I practised in the garden. Apart from a few funny looks from people walking the Great Glen Way thinking I was fly fishing in our 4m2 pond it was fine. Out in the real world, at an actual proper real life loch though, different story. It was a bit windy and the hook was flying up all over the place, every time it flew past my head I was tensing up in case it caught me. Within 15 minutes I had hooked my jacket and then my hat.


--Matt