Another weekend of jaunty spontanious fishing. This weekend found me and lee at Lochwinnoch. Just 20 mins on a train from central, we did a bit of research and found it comprised of 3 big lochs supporting all sorts of fishing and water sports. Once at Lochwinnoch we walked just 5 mins to the RSPB Lochwinnoch visitors centre to find out where we could go to fish. From here we walked another 15 mins round the banks of Castle Semple Loch to another big shoreside visitors boat house that hired out allsorts of boats. Here we purchased our “fishing permits” which turned out to be the wee guy at the canteen who supplied us a receipt for Â£2 each. Quids in we walked up the side of the Loch till we arrived here.
we walked past a load of people fishing but wanted to be hidden away so no-one would ask us questions and rumble us as being to be honest ridiculous amateurs. Trawling through loads of mud we settled. Lee on the Friday went to our now local fishing shop and stocked up on all sorts of goodies, including a bait box, spinners, maggots and worms. Not knowing what we were doing we went straight for maggots. Lee refused to touch them and settled for using forceps. Hours of so of fishing not one bite. Then a friendly man sauntered passed gave us some top tips and we were sorted. Changed to spinners and went for pike.
bomp within an hour landed a wee pike. I thought it was a baby one. Speaking to my dad he informs me these are the male ones and don’t grow much bigger. It’s the females that are the monsters and frequently eat the males. I was over the moon. About 40 mins later I landed another one…whoop. Lee needless to say was not happy. It was a lovely sunny day until c2 phoned (he lives not far away) and told us it was snowing round by him. Minutes later c2 the weather jonah was correct. It got windy horrible and freezing. We stuck it out…only cause lee was determined to catch something. Ended up staying until about 7pm when it brightened up again. From here we went to the corner bar where we drank a well deserved pint of tennents. And so to food. Just up the road from Lochwinnoch train station there’s a wee hotel called The hungry monk. It was here we discovered it was actually quite posh and we were caked in mud…no worries we had to wait an hour for train anyway. It was quite posh and expensive but we didn’t care. It seemed to specialise in nice fancy seafood dishes…me and lee unphased straight for the burgers…lush. Train home followed by bus…magic. Quality saturday.