It’s March the 23rd, and it’s baltic. Just as we thought, winter has again come 6 months late this year. It looks like no spring, then straight to a long roasting summer and no water. Then rain, unfishably high rivers and the next close season. It’s going to be magic. Welcome to fishing in Scotland, but not as we know it.
I haven’t even been out yet, and the season on some rivers has been open for a week. Unbelievable. It takes something pretty major to stop me fishing like this, even in bad conditions. I hate myself at the moment, because my head isn’t really in the right place for fishing. I need a sledghammer and a pavement.