After such a positive week I decided to have a trip back to my favourite limestone loch in search of something special. I have a real passion for Loch Borralie. It can be so hard at times to even believe that there are any fish at all when they decide to turn off and yet it can, and has done so many times, provide you with memories that will last for a lifetime. The day’s forecast looked quite promising but a cold northerly front was expected to arrive later in the afternoon. Bearing this in mind I wasted no time in arriving at the loch’s shore at around eight o’clock in the morning. A light northwesterly wind and clear blue skies welcomed me as I walked round the southerly shore to assess what the best choice would be. Remembering how well the new doobry variant had performed I stuck with this on the point and chose an olive/hares ear sedgehog on the bob. Working my way round the first point brought almost instant success with two lovely fish of about one and a half pounds each to the daubry.
The fish then seemed to disappear altogether and after fishing the entire western shore with only a few aborted takes I decided to take a break on the northern side and re-assess my situation. The sun had now faded behind the clouds and fewer fish could be seen topping. Off came the sedgehog and on went a red arsed green peter with a larger size 10 daubry replacing the size 12 on the point. I soon came to one of my favourite points on the eastern shore were the loch’s main shelf creeps right up to the margins. Casting between the shore and the weedbed had produced the goods in previous visits so I slowly and quietly worked my way along the margins casting along the shoreline. The resulting next 15 minutes brought three good trout up to two pounds all on the daubry. After a few snapshots of the best fish the weather really took a turn for the worse. A cold northeasterly and grey sky replaced the morning bliss and sent the fish down. After persevering with a sink tip for two hours with only a single one pounder I decided to call it a day and started the long drive down south to Ayrshire, my home county, for a few days break before the next appointment with guests on the following week. A disappointing way to end the day but I had still managed to get some lovely trout from what can be described as one of the hardest lochs in Scotland. Not all that bad really.