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Signed by the Laird

A business trip obliged me to travel to the far northwest for a few days, so the rod, rucksack, boots and all the usual paraphernalia were first into the car. For once the carefully selected “music to drive to” cassettes were left in the glove compartment and the radio turned up high, not for the music or news but for the weather reports in the hope that the bleak outlook would change in my favour.

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Adventure in Ardnamurchan

thumbFreedom is a place called Ardnamurchan is a popular car sticker for those that know this 50-mile long peninsular that juts westward from Fort William into the Atlantic Ocean. Ardnamurchan Point is the western-most point on the British mainland and its famous lighthouse plays host to countless summer visitors every year. The famous beaches at Sanna also attract many loyal visitors who rejoice at the turquoise waters, magnificent views and clean sand. Between these two places lies a place called Portuairk – a place I have been

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Club Fishing

During a day on the Clyde last season I was sitting having a cup of coffee when another fisher appeared and sat down beside me.  We agreed that the Clyde has improved tremendously during the past few years and this, my new friend stated, was down to the fact that fishing clubs no longer existed.  Interested I asked him what damage fishing clubs had caused and was treated to a long and rambling lecture on how clubs in busloads had descended on to the river every weekend, killed hundreds of fish

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Big Lochs in a Big Country

thumbTo those like me who seek the pleasures of hunting our native wild brown trout in the wilds of Scotland, Bruce Sandison’s great work ‘Rivers and Lochs of Scotland’ is a ‘must read’ reference work. This book sits in my office, much the worse for wear now due to countless thumbings, but if you lay it on its spine it will fall open on page 156: Loch Assynt.

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The Parochial Angler Abroad

thumbIt would be fair to say that I am the archetypal parochial trout angler; always afraid to venture too far just in case I miss that perfect rise in that one corner of the river I know (or think I know) the monster trout lay.

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