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Showing posts with label Garry. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Dochfour, Ness (5 & 6 June 2017)

My friend John and I spent some time deliberating a few months ago about which river and beat to visit for our debut fishing trip, before finally settling on the Dochfour on the Ness. The beat has a very good stamp of fish, good streamy fly water and crucially when booking early very few unfishable days due to Lochs Ness and Dochfour acting as filters following a rise in levels.

As we all know, April and May were very dry this year and the levels were very low leading up to the trip. It did become apparent, though, in the days immediately prior that we would be getting heavy rain during our time on the beat. When we started fishing there was about 6 inches on the gauge and by the time we finished up after day two the river was up almost 2 feet.

On day one, Grant Sutherland, the ghillie, took John and I up to the top of the beat - where most of the recent catches had been made - to fish the Weir and the Burn Mouth. The Weir is a famous Ness pool at the weir, between the top of the river and Loch Dochfour, which is for the purpose of feeding water into the Caledonian Canal. It is also a significant low water obstacle for the fish and a very productive pool indeed. On my Dochfour debut in 2015, I got a 13lb licer from here in about 9 inches of water.


The Weir is relatively easily waded at low levels and you can reach 2/3 of the way to the right bank fairly easily.


The main flow into the Weir; fish are taken from around the glassy area to the left of the shot.


One from last time.

I started in Burn Mouth with my 14' 9wt Loop Cross S1, floating GDC shooting head, 10 foot slow sink polyleader and a small dressed Kylie on the business end. This is a favourite fly of mine which is popular on the River Teith where I have some regular fishing. Burn Mouth is a good catch for Dochfour and has good, even flow for the fly and the attraction of oxygenated water coming into the pool from the a burn leading from the adjacent canal. I fished through without a touch and went up to the Weir to see how John was getting on. 

The answer was 'rather well'; he'd hooked into a fish near the top of the pool and it certainly wasn't behaving itself, running towards him and then away again, before repeating its routine. Grant made his way up with the net quickly and I followed with my camera. After about 5 minutes, the fish was played out and Grant coolly slipped the net under the fish, which turned out to be hooked on the outside of the mouth (and so well in front of the gill plate, for the record!). The fish had been caught on a triple density line fished from a John Norris Atlantic rod, which comes with John's high commendation. The fly was a home-tied Willie Gunn style snaelda variant.


John begins to play his first fish.


Grant arrives and the fish's odd behaviour is the main talking point.


9lbs with sea lice.

We then rotated back and forth between these two pools for the remainder of our first session, eventually stopping for food at the top hut, over-looking the Netting Water pool, in the mid-afternoon. These upper-most two pools were definitely the best bet, although I'm told fish from earlier in the season were more spread out among these pools and Netting Water and Andrews at the bottom the upper Dochfour beat. Netting Water is a wide dub which I'm told is fished from the boat mainly and Andrews starts with the water breaking off offset croys before gliding down to the bottom of the upper beat and breaking into the lower beat and 'The Major' (discussed briefly later).

After lunch, I had a quick ten or twelve casts (which is all that is really required) through the crease off the left bank croy at the neck of Andrews before rejoining Grant and John at the top of the beat. We continued our rotation between the pools for the late afternoon and evening, before the next fish was encountered.


The croy at Andrews provided a worthwhile few casts in amongst the main fishing which was done in the Weir and Burn Mouth pools.

I hooked the fish near the top of the Weir pool on a 10 foot fast polyleader and a 1 inch copper Cascade; the fish in the Weir pool seemed to be lying deep. The weir itself causes a significant amount of turbulence in the pool and the fish took as the fly eventually came onto the dangle after waiting an eternity for the line to come round. I fought it for 5 or so minutes, having shouted on John (who was fishing a corner dub right at the tail of the Weir pool) to come with the net.  The fish didn't do anything spectacular (unlike my one from 2015 which went on a good few runs) but burrowed down into the pot of the pool, probably trying to knock the hook out on the bottom. Fairly co-operatively, the fish came up on its side not long after John arrived and it was netted with minimum fuss; a great relief after rather a lot of lost fish this season! The fish was a 12lb hen with a good 3 or 4 lice. As mentioned, Dochfour has a run of very high quality fish and this was in pristine condition, as was John's.



A similarly sized fish to the one I managed in 2015 and also sea liced.

We fished on until late evening before retiring for a dram at Glen Mhor Hotel in Inverness, where we were staying and which is a good base for an Inverness-area trip.

On day two, there was consistent heavy rain and the river rose at various rates all day. We were presented with the option to fish either the upper or lower beats and agreed to fish the lower beat in the morning in order to have a look around. John fished The Major, at the march with the upper beat, which is a fast but fairly shallow pool, racing into the lower beat. I fished Tail of the Island, which is a glide at the tail of The Major and which I'm told is a good lie. There was nothing doing though and so we both moved down to fish Black Trees, nearer the downstream end of Dochfour, which is a wide section requiring a deep wade and a long line. We both persisted with this for a while before deciding that the fish, which seemed to be running fairly hard, were more likely to be encountered at the Weir or Burn Mouth and so started the long walk up to the top beat in the pouring rain.


It was nice to have a cast in Black Trees, but it was apparent that our time was better spent at the top of the beat.

On arrival, the burn at the Burn Mouth was pouring in coloured water to the river, as one of the Ness tributaries - the Dochfour Burn - which now runs into the Caledonian Canal was up and flowing brown across the canal, into another small man-made burn and ultimately into the pool. On the walk up I remarked that the crease between the coloured water entering the river and the clear water of the Ness looked like a good spot in the heavy rain and, sure enough, as I finished my first run through the Weir (which takes a good 45 minutes), Russell - the seasonal ghillie who was standing in for Grant - arrived to inform that John had picked up a 10lber while short-lining. The fish had had numerous tugs at John's fly (the same one as deceived his first fish) before eventually taking after a few casts and was played while John was on the phone to his dad!


Looking downstream from the weir. The corner at the tail of the pool, to the left of the shot, is said be   productive.


John's second - a hard fighter.

We continued to fish fairly hard all day - subject to a decent lunch break of an hour and a half or so when the rain was monsoon-esque - but there were no more takers and we called it a day at about 6pm to make our respective lengthy journeys back to Aberdeen and Edinburgh in dire conditions.

It was a pretty successful trip which re-affirmed my perception from my previous visit to the beat that it offers great value for money for fishing in nice surroundings with very good facilities and a consistently good prospect of fish of a very good stamp indeed.






Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Ruan Ruarie, Garry (7 June 2014)

My endless trawling of the Fishpal website in search of the perfect fishing trip had left me intrigued to fish the Garry, months before the opportunity arose early this month. My new friend Russell Lugton, who - as mentioned in a prior blog - is also a Fairnilee rod, expressed an interest and I took little persuasion from there. After a little discussion, we booked in for 7 June, one of the earliest fishable Saturdays of the Garry's season.

The beat received some heavy rain during the Thursday of the week leading up to our day on the river and so a rise to 1' 7" on the Friday left us optimistic about our prospects. We agreed to meet early (very early) to optimise our chances and managed to be on the water and fishing by just before 6am; not bad considering I set off from Carlops, in the Scottish Borders!

The first pool to be targeted (at least by me) was the Grilse Pool. We had heard that this was a likely holding spot and so the precious, early, pre-sun period was reserved exclusively for this. It can't be left unsaid that to get to this pool requires the angler to be ready to risk death for the chance of a catch; I don't know how many of you carry carabiners in your tackle bags but, if you're planning a visit to this particular pool on your visit to Ruan Ruarie, it could be wise!

Pictured: Grilse Pool; a slightly awkward cast, but clearly full of fish.

Russell very kindly offered for me to fish this pool first and set off for Run Below Viaduct, Pan Handle and Frying Pan, with the Viaduct Pool itself too low for the fly. While I was tackling up, a medium-sized fish leapt, centre pool, and so I knew that there was a good chance right from the first cast. A further three leaps were witnessed - one in each of the two necks of the pool and another in its centre - while fishing down it with a small Cascade and then a small Tosh. As the sun made it over the side of the glen, behind me, I had a go with a Sunray Shadow before leaving the pool to rest.

Pictured: 6am in the Grilse Pool and fish were showing at the end of the streamy water.

After Grilse Pool, I manoeuvred my way downstream to Run Below Viaduct, where Russell had seen a fish, and fished all the way down the long stretch with a size 10 Gold Munro, to match the peat-stained river. My first cast was from the tail of Viaduct Pool proper, so as to cover the very neck of the run. This approach was validated when a fish of around 6 or 8lbs leapt in the textbook inside 'corner' or back-eddy lie at the very top of the neck. This was a very nice stretch to fish which gave the impression that it would be a good place for a take; something like a mini version of Middle Pavilion's The Whirls (for Tweed regulars) or a very mini version of Dalmarnock's Fernie Haugh (for Tay counterparts). The idea seemed to be to cast out into the fast flowing water, get your fly down a bit, mend the line and hope for a take in the more sheltered glide on the inside of the current. It felt wise to stand back from the water, as wading wasn't necessary, but none of these aspects of approaching the pool produced a catch to justify them, unfortunately. Still, a very nice pool to fish, with many good-looking lies.

Pictured: Run Below Viaduct, with its nice 'inside' water.

By this stage, the sun was really getting into gear and the fishing conditions were therefore becoming less than ideal. I fished on down through Pan Handle and Frying Pan, the neck and dub of what are really one extended pool. Russell went up to fish Grilse Pool, before we met for lunch and a comparison of notes at the cars.

Pictured: The top of Frying Pan, with the aptly-named run, Pan Handle, in the middle distance and the very tail of Run Below Viaduct in the background.

After lunch, we relocated to the lowest of the three lay-bys on the beat map (you could probably save some time by fishing straight down from the pools at the middle car park) to explore the downstream pools. Russell tried Pulpit - a streamy section, flowing into a gorge and ultimately along the bottom of a cliff - while I tried Pier - a very deep holding pool with a shallow, gravel tail. Pier surprisingly had an 'empty pool' feel to it, while in Pulpit there was a fish showing in a back-eddy along the face of the aforementioned cliff. Again, no takers in the sun.

Pictured: A good lie behind a rock at the tail of Pier.

Pictured: Russell working his was down Pulpit, which provided some welcome sheltered spots in the otherwise sunny conditions.

Between us, we managed to cover the remaining named pools on the lower section of the beat (bar Lower Bridge, which is really spinning territory) before heading to the top car park for a look at the pools up there. By this stage, the glorius sunshine had been replaced with hostile-looking clouds and the occasional rumble of thunder from distant lightening. While examining the Station and Cauldron pools from the upper bridge, the weather broke and it became increasingly apparent that fishing was over for the day.

Pictured: The top of the beat, as the rain began to really set in.

No fish, but we left feeling that we had found a real 'hidden gem' of a beat. Ruan Ruarie is less than 2 hours from home for me and is a remarkably beautiful and secluded stretch of river, its pools set away from the road and passers-by. The greenery of late-Spring/early-Summer contributed to this impression, but equally I'll be ensuring that I have a go here in the Autumn also. A few of the main pools had a 'better for spinning' feel about them, but in-between these was an abundance of interesting fly water with plenty opportunity to develop and exercise knowledge and skills in reading the river.

Tight lines

Calum