My seatrout mojo is a bad mojo

here’s the scene- i’m on a lovely Scottish river that’s noted for having a good run of seatrout. there’s also a lot of golden-bellied brown trout and salmon but since seatrout are far and few between in my part of the world i decide to spend the evening trying to catch what’s been so far an elusive species for me or who knows, maybe a salmon. on the way to a promising looking run, all of a sudden mayflies started popping up, dancing all around me and all-exciting rings started to happen all over the pool. a lot of them.

those rings where created by the aforementioned golden-bellies. the as-yet unstrung rod was an 8wt more than capable of of handling the biggest seatrout this river might offer and the flies in my box where all seatrout/salmon type things which could never be confused with the mayflies that where dancing about and being chomped by my buttery friends.
the little voice said: pursue the quest and persist ! so i listened, got ready, waded in and started the evening wilfully thinking that one specie’s appetite was sure to be wetted by another’s.
the hatch got stronger and stronger and the feeding frenzy carried on relentlessly despite all my line-thrashing and Spey swoops and whomps right over the trout’s very heads. i even tried swinging and retrieving my seatrouty morsels in front of their noses and they’d just continue sipping the bugs away, sometimes right next to my offering and at others, right next to the line that was moving in front of them. these guys where in gluttony mode and nothing could put them down… you’ve already guessed that once again, seatrout where only a bittersweet, delisional dream that never came through.

once back at the camp, my friends where very happy to tell me in great detail of all the lovely browns they caught, released and took pictures of and that made me very happy for them. i showed them my ‘trophy pic’ above and since they are friends and good friends, i guess no-one felt the need to say “should have taken the trout rod instead, Marc…” and i fully agree with that unstated statement.
fishing for seatrout is a boring, fruitless and frustrating endeavour. they’re not even pretty and i know this because i’ve seen countless photos of them that other people have caught. i’ll probably never do it again but then, i just might if i ever get in better terms with my mojo.

Alba

“Scotland (Scottish Gaelic: Alba pronounced [ˈaɫ̪apə]) is a country that occupies the northern third of the island of Great Britain and forms part of the United Kingdom.

The name of Scotland is derived from the Greek Scotos, the term applied to Gaels. The word Scoti (or Scotti) means dark because of the mist.It is found in Latin texts from the fourth century describing a tribe which sailed from Ireland to raid Roman Britain. It came to be applied to all the Gaels. It is not believed that any Gaelic groups called themselves Scoti in ancient times, except when writing in Latin. Oman derives it from Scuit, proposing a meaning of ‘a man cut off’, suggesting that a Scuit was not a Gael as such but one of a renagade band settled in the part of Ulster which became the kingdom of Dál Riata but ‘Scuit’ only exists in Old Irish as ‘buffoon/laughing-stock’ The 19th century author Aonghas MacCoinnich of Glasgow proposed that Scoti was derived from a Gaelic ethnonym (proposed by MacCoinnich) Sgaothaich from sgaoth “swarm”, plus the derivational suffix -ach (plural -aich) However, this proposal to date has not appeared in mainstream place-name studies.”

whatever it is it’s beautiful; the sort of beauty that sticks to my guts.
here’s a few images from a few weeks ago of this magical land and its inhabitants of a fantastic day spent with Al Pyke, one of the nicest persons i’ve ever met.

thanks Al.

quote source- Etymology of Scotland

Seatrout Sunrise

long-time internet and recent for-real friend Paul Slaney invited me to come fish for sewin -the Welsh name for seatrout- on one of his favourite waters in Wales. as this species is very light-shy they basically only start to migrate upstream when its fully dark which means fishing for them with only a few timid far-away stars to guide us along the way.
its a very interesting form of fishing with both good and less good aspects. the lesser good ones are its dark, really dark. constantly casting into the trees and bushes across the stream because it seems like they only travel along the far bank… and stumbling through water and land, dark.
dark obviously means no light and no light means not being able to appreciate the lovely water and countryside but this dark also heightens all our other senses and that’s where the magic begins and that’s the cool part.
a temperature drop around midnight or one o’clock or, was it two ?.. really slowed down fish movement and i did manage to catch a what would normally have been considered as a really nice brown trout but given the heavier gear used and intended target, turned out to be, and very much still to my surprise, a deception. that’s one fish that has given me more food for thought than any i can remember.

as all good things shall pass, the night’s session ended at first light but that first light was exceptional.
skies don’t talk but it told me to come back…

welsh seatrout sunrise m.fauvet-TLC 24-6-15

thanks again Paul for a great experience i’ll not forget soon !

for the love of water

“inspired by the wonderful drawings of Kyna Leski. A precursor to a data driven visualization of water droplets drawn aloft by a vortex and carried round the world.”

not one of my usual abstractish watery pics taken while on the prowl, today’s computer-generated Drop Path simulation by Dennis Hlynsky is more than interesting and well worth the watch as it’s yet another insight to how our beloved element works, evolves and revolves around our planet. enjoy !

Hoddom and Gomorra- part 1

while i haven’t been updating anything here in the last ten or so days,
i’ve been hanging around with really close friends,
really lovely fish,
in gorgeous areas like this.
i’m still there, not for long and i already miss it…

Hoddom 1 m.fauvet-TLC 21-6-15

(more on the seemingly weird title of this post next time !)