Saturday 15 August 2020

The Early Days

The year was 1983 and I was twenty seven years old, single and a proud house owner. I had been coming to Sutherland for over ten years in pursuit of the brown trout and now it was time to say goodbye to camping and static caravans and stay at the famous Scourie Hotel. A visit a few years earlier which went as far as the entrance of the hotel where six huge stuffed trout adorned the walls of the entrance, and were all caught by the same angler, from the same loch, on the same day! I knew this was the place for me.

My brother Robin and I booked bed and breakfast, but it soon became apparent that there were few other choices for dinner, so we ate in the hotel that first night. Dress code was relatively formal, a blazer and tie were respectable enough for our fellow guests which included a couple of reverends and a handful of ex military personnel. Our first night was eventful, the gentleman who served us wine was a little shocked when we requested a second bottle of Valpolicella, at £3.30! I wished we had drunk even more at that price! It turned out that our wine waiter was in fact the proprietor Mr Ian Hay who over many years, became a great friend.

Many writers including Negley Farson, Jon Beer, Bruce Sandison, James Babb and Roger Pierce have their own take on this fishing oasis in the far north of Scotland. I cannot compete with their brilliant writing ability so I will just tell you my story as it is.

After our second bottle of red wine on our first evening we were summoned to the map situated in the main lounge as it was our turn to choose a beat for our first days fishing. The Board Master, let’s call him Bob , was an austere character who had sat at dinner immersed in a book in between courses, of soup, melon and mutton with capers followed by queen of puds (a favourite at that time). The Board Master demanded that we showed him our fly boxes, which were full of size 12 & 14 traditional wet flies to which he declared “useless, last week in the terrible gales we were fishing with size two salmon flies !”.  We were stunned and after some issues over our fitness which seemed unnecessary, we were allocated a beat with a short stiff climb and a fly which Bob called his green squirrel tail fly size six, as the weather was looking more favourable. We were prepared for our first day at this auspicious place with a preferred beat and THE fly despite its size, we retired to bed.


 

I would love to skip the next part of our evening but even today I shudder at my stupidity when in the middle of the night I left my single room for a nature break in the shared toilet on the landing only to hear my bedroom door close behind me.

It was late May, very light, and I was naked without my key. At least my bladder was empty. I went slowly downstairs to reception, what did I expect? Twenty-four-hour service? This was not a London hotel with 24 hour service! What sort of a hotel would be prepared for a  stupid and slightly inebriated person who had locked themselves out of their room? I returned upstairs to my brothers’ room and knocked on his door explaining the predicament. I spent the rest of my night on his floor which was cold, and I remained sleepless.

After breakfast we travelled to our beat which was indeed a short but tiring walk. Robin caught the best fish of the day after a matter of minutes on the fly which he had been given the night before in a cloudless sunny day.

People who visit the hotel tended to book the same week or fortnight every year and we got to know Bob over the years, and he became slightly less scary and more friendly year after year. Unbeknown to us some years later he had been tying a selection of his favourite flies for our group and gave us all a small packet of them.

They were beautifully created traditional flies, Silver Invicta, soldier palmers, butchers, red and silver and guess what? All size 12 & 14.

A few years on, he sadly left the hotel in tears as his permanent job had gone and he was reduced to a pension to pay for his fishing outings. His choice was Scourie or his other love Lough Corrib in Ireland. He chose Corrib but as it turned out he passed away six months later never to revisit either place.

If you are reading this then you know what I am saying, it is not a dress rehearsal so fish, fish and fish and enjoy every day because .......?


 


Peter, Michel and our dear departed friend Nigel enjoying a pint at the Scourie Hotel 2005


A letter to Michel

 

We all know the reasons that you were unable to join Graham and myself on our jaunt to Sutherland. In a way something positive had to come out of it and we believe that for future years our research in 2020 will benefit forth-coming trips. We had already realised that the Forsinard Flyfishers had enough interesting water to keep us occupied for two weeks of trouting. What we discovered this year that beyond the ‘big fish lochs’ there were lochs which I no longer classify as a 1,2 or 3 but FFF ! Yes the Fun, Fun, Fun lochs where it was possible to catch a dozen fish rise and lose that number again and hook some good fish of over a pound and some closer to two.



Every fishing day can be affected by the weather and there will be lochs where on one occasion there seemed fishless and left a feeling of never wanting to re-visit. There were a couple of examples of this, firstly Graham had a raw day on Skyline in 2018 neither catching or rising a fish all day. I persuaded him to re-visit this year and I had a nice fish but he pulled out three cracking specimens whilst on the boat. On Clach Geala I blanked as Graham landed two good fish. The Cross lochs provided us with a spectacle as we sat chomping our lunch a very large trout came into less than a foot of water in search of sticklebacks or tadpoles within ten feet from where we were sitting.

There were also of a couple of places that we probably won’t revisit ,one in particular as it was firstly ,a long bumpy drive, secondly when we arrived at the parking spot the van was covered in clegs(horse flies) , thirdly the fishing was good but the trout were small, fourthly I discovered a puncture the following morning in one of my tyres.


We have six days fishing at this location next year and my brother and I might not agree on each of our daily destination but we won’t differ much either. We are already looking forward to showing you some new and some old fishing spots in 2021.

Stay safe, Stay well


Peter