Fishing and the North Atlantic

Trip Start Mar 17, 2012
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Trip End May 20, 2012


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Monday, May 14, 2012

Fishing in Scotland

Today I woke up very early to see what the weather was like to see if it was possible to go out fishing with Dad. And sure enough it looked like it was going to be a beautiful and bright day to
to go fishing in the Highlands. When I woke up Dad and told him that it looked fairly nice out he called up the person that our house owner recomended. He said he could let us fish on one lake that was deep in the mountains it was called Loch Farrar. When we asked what type of fish you could catch ,he said you can catch mostly trout and pike. When we got to his place we saw a shack and a small house and a guy sitting in his car. Dad got out of the car and told him we were here for fishing, he asked us where we were fishing because he has boats all over the highlands. We told him we were told that we were to fish in Loch Farrar at the dam. he then gave us a bunch of lures, two rods, a permit to fish, directions to the boat and lifejackets. we then drove off in the direction he told us to go. the directions weren't the greatest so we just barely found the gate that led to the Northern Lochs. the woman who ran the gate crossing told us that we were supposed to go right then left then over grass then over a hill and other nonsense like that. I dont mean any offense to either one of them its just that the directions weren't very specific. We started by going down the trail to go to the Loch but we missed the path and we stayed on the road without knowing. After driving for about twenty minutes we decided that we were past it but then we started seeing more bodies of water and more dams. Eventually we got to a small wooden bridge that said no unauthorised entry or something like that. After we had turned around we soon came to someone who knew where he kept his boat and he showed us where. Once we pulled the boat to shore we started to bail (throw water over the side not jump over the side of the boat). After a while after getting in the boat the wind picked up and turned my hands dark cherry red. Dad was lucky because the heat from the gas burning warmed his hands especially because of the way he was driving (har har har). we turned around and just started to fish from the shore. we came back after a while and had a warm bath. (Nathan)
We were back at the house by 1:30pm, which left plenty of time for a drive to the village of Ullapool. It is located on the Northwest coast of Scotland, and is the port for ferries to the Isle of Lewis. It was about an hour and a half drive through stunning wilderness from Loch Ness. Ullapool has a lengthy main street of whiite buildings (as are almost all the buildings in town)  that faces the harbour and ferry dock. We had a delicious fish dinner at a local inn on the suggestion of a lady in one of the shops. We had the place almost to ourselves - its not yet the busy season for tourism this far north. After dinner we drove to the coast and took sunset photos at the tiny village of Ardmair. Drove home, stopping every few miles to enjoy the scenery from the opposite angle.




 
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