Hallelujah, it finally rained here yesterday. Real rain with proper, fat raindrops that splattered on the tarmac. Precipitation of a quantity we have scarcely witnessed for many weeks. Farmers and horticulturists rejoiced but the anglers in this neck of the woods were the most happy. Now there was the chance of a salmon! Every opportunityContinueContinue reading “Dog days of August”
Category Archives: Fishing in Ireland
No macks
The pier at Roonagh is a favourite spot to fish and each summer I try to get over there to spin for Mackerel (macks). The great thing about Roonagh is the views across to the islands, so even if the fishing is slow you can still be captivated by the ever changing vista. Yesterday eveningContinueContinue reading “No macks”
Portacloy
Just for a change there was some drizzle this morning. You could not dignify the gently falling moisture with the title of rain, it was just descending wetness which barely kept the dust down. Today was going to be a good day, today I was fishing in North Mayo. High tide at 2pm meant aContinueContinue reading “Portacloy”
Suspicion
It had to happen sometime and yesterday it finally did – it rained! The heavens opened and it fairly lashed down for the whole afternoon, soaking unwary tourists and flushing the drains and culverts clear of weeks of debris. It remained warm and muggy and the rain kept falling – to the dismay of almostContinueContinue reading “Suspicion”
Just getting there
Warning: there is not a lot about angling in this post so many of you may want to skip this ramble through my physical woes and tribulations. I will write a cheerier post very soon! Just getting to the fishing used to be one of the delights of a day out for me but myContinueContinue reading “Just getting there”
Kynoch Killer
Found this old insert which came with an original Kynoch Killer
TxE=S
Rain is a-coming! The weather gurus are sure the heavens are going to open over the next day or two, meaning I will be out and about chasing the silver tourists with the fly rod. There are lots of posts on this branch of our sport already on this blog but here is a quickContinueContinue reading “TxE=S”
Doggie bashing
My first trip out on the salt this weekend was somewhat unusual for me in that it was a competition. Drafted in to fill the always difficult fourth man slot in a team, I was due to fish for my current employer (Westrock) in the annual Allergan competition. We would depart from the quay inContinueContinue reading “Doggie bashing”
Night Moves
This all started a couple of weekends ago. There I was, sitting in the brilliant sunshine admiring the stunning view with a pint of the black stuff to sup on. Pretty near perfection I think you will agree. But being a fisherman I was fretting about the sunshine and the adverse effect it has onContinueContinue reading “Night Moves”
Vanishing Launce
With a high tide just before sunset I decided to take a drive out to Achill to see if the sandeels have arrived yet. These wee fish are always on the go, travelling to somewhere else. They can be present in their thousands one tide and be completely absent by the next one. Tonight IContinueContinue reading “Vanishing Launce”
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