the Light Saber at StinkyStream

lightsaber-stinky-stream-glasgow-campbell-m-fauvettlc-3-9-16

tech specs:

Light Saber- Epic 580 + Barrio GT125

StinkyStream- a small urban trout stream somewhere around Glasgow. it didn’t stink.

photo- Campbell Stuart

caster/fisher- me

Bubbles and Bubba

Bubbles reminded me of being a little kid in the local lake just sitting there, feeling the water, head just above the surface blowing little bubbles because blowing little bubbles is tingly, they make a heck of a lot more noise underwater than above and it just feels good and exciting.

Bubba is more than comfortable with subsurface bubbling. i’m told it’s a skill that just gets better and better with age so, i guess i’ll just have to go see if that’s true.

TwoMouthed Mikey

TwoMouthed Mikey

no, you’re neither hallucinating nor seeing a fish who can actually simultaneously open and closed its mouth. this dark and beautiful highland-like, yet caught in somewhat southern Scotish brown trout’s strange powers come not from the trout itself but from the stacked-focus macro thingy the fishing camera can do. in geek talk…

it takes about eight images that all later blend in together but since they’re  shot in sequence, those eight images need a lot more time than a standard one image so, if the subject moves during the exposers, the camera will register all the combined images similar to the trippy double/multiple exposures that where common before the digital era and thats for my eyes, a pretty darn cool thing to see pop up, specially when it ‘just popped up’ instead of being planned.

I’m having a great-great trip in Scotland this year and Mikey was gorgeous. this image doesn’t do it justice, specially in the Highland-like description I tried to give him above but just take my word for it please.

stoned dead

which sort of describes how I feel at the moment but while I still have my shuck, this little guy’s a lot better looking than me.

here’s a first glimpse of my annual springtime Scottish tour that I hope you’ll enjoy.

silence, real silence.

has become in my eyes (pun intended) the most precious commodity or perhaps put differently, the true meaning of luxury or even better yet: bliss.

by real i mean none, nothing, no sound whatsoever. no wind, no rippling water, no birds and even less man-made sounds: nothing.

i don’t get to experience total silence very often but when it happens its like being hit with a brick but this brick’s a nice brick. the kind that knocks back all distractions, increases awareness and the power of thought and as a side-bonus, it makes me all tingly.

the last time silence happened was a few months ago on a fishing trip to the Scottish Highlands. i was too busy doing the tingly thing at the time to even think of photographing silence besides, it’s not like it would show.

it didn’t happen in the scene below but for some reason this image reminds me of the moment but then, images can only be about the past and they rarely make sounds. maybe that’s why i like them so much.

silence m.fauvet-TLC 9-12-15

a little piece of the Minch

-The Minch (Scottish Gaelic: An Cuan Sgitheanach, An Cuan Sgìth, Cuan na Hearadh, An Cuan Leòdhasach), also called North Minch, is a strait in north-west Scotland, separating the north-west Highlands and the northern Inner Hebrides from Lewis and Harris in the Outer Hebrides. It was known as Skotlandsfjörð (“Scotland’s fjord/firth”) in Old Norse-

Loch Garvie, Scotland m.fauvet-TLC 14-10-15Loch Garvie, North West Scottish Highlands

interestingly enough (for us non-Scotts), this particular loch isn’t a lake nor does it hold freshwater. ‘loch’ appears to also be used as ‘bay’ and this more-than-lovely inlet is part of the above-mentioned Minch, itself connected to the Atlantic Ocean, a place well worth visiting. more than once.

good hurt

Al had warned me, ‘This place has a visceral, solemn, painful beauty to it”.Loch Cul Fraoich m.fauvet-TLC 6-10-15Loch Cul Fraoich, Scottish Highlands

he was right and i like this pain. its the kind that feels like home.

bye-bye Broonies

time to say so-long to my darlings till next spring.
get big, get strong and more importantly, fuck your little micro brains out and make a whole bunch of gorgeous creatures just like yourselves for the world to admire.
bye…

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

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 !)