What a way to travel! I’m not going back. I need a helicopter. I’m done.
We travelled across the lake into that little mouth on the right.
To the mighty Lochy. HOLY SHIT this place is beautiful.
The chopper set down one couple whilst we headed back down to the mouth to walk down. And fish.
What a river. Only accessible by air or boat. Not many people have been on this river. You know the Queen Mother fished a part of this river and she caught a 5.5 pound on this river? ME TOO (OK I didn’t catch a fish, but I FISHED IT). What a thrill.
Surrounded by majestic mountains all the way down to the Valley floor. There would have been Hobbits in those hills. HOBBITS.
We fished for 3 hours. Then we stopped for lunch by the river. It’s a simple sambo. A cup of tea. I fear I might be becoming AN OUTDOORS PERSON. I know.
I had a really good go at it today. Getting my casts right. My mends. My drifts. My stripping.
Rob caught 2 fish. I got none. A fish popped up and took my fly, I was just too interested on stripping my line to worry about actually setting the hook. Living. Learning.
Rob can just do it.
God love that man. I know I do.
We met in the afternoon with the others for a late fish.
And a whiskey as the weather closed in.
And then we were taken out, by chopper. DEAD SET, some seriously good days have been had. I’m quite beside myself and so flipping grateful.