I cannot get enough of those kayak fishing trips . They always turn out to be a combination of friends , scenic Scotland and fish . We choose the heart of Scotland this time . Autumn is slowly appearing , colours in the tree are changing and the air is getting fresher .
We launched from a quiet spot , surprisingly deep close to the bank we all managed our first fish . The perch are on the feed .
A short paddle away we are now entering the main loch , there is a little breeze cutting across and we set looking towards small islands .
The small spikey shad is working well . Unhooking a small perch I dropped the lure back into the water to be taken instantly by another perch . Unhooking two lure caught fish within 5 seconds is certainly interesting .
My next fish is a tiny pike , at this point Glen , Josh and myself are fish on !
A hundred few more paddle stroke , Josh and I are now nearing the very top end of the loch . The wind is suddenly threatening , we anchor and fish for a little while and head back .
It’s gale force wind and we are now looking for Glen . The small island is deserted , our friend is missing .We paddle back pushed by the strong wing towards the launching point . Glen’s car is still there and no Glen .
With no phone connection my plan is to head back to the island and find our missing friend . The wind is cutting across the loch , it’s hard work , we push on . The island is empty . Where is Glen ?
The word preoccupying sounds about right at this stage . I ask a trio of bank anglers if they have seen another kayaker , oh no .
And then in the corner of my eye , well camouflaged in the landscape the silhouette of the missing kayaker appears . Now back as a team , fishing close to each other we enjoy the late afternoon in the quiet bit .
We all caught pike and perch , but a lb3 bonnie trout made it Glen’s grand slammer camouflaged man of the day . Winning prize and ceremonie , ticking every boxes . Till the next trip , tight lines all .