Sunday, 20 July 2014

Another Safari In Scotland

Been a while since I've been north of the border: Elfa wanted to go, the kids are on holiday with their mum, we are as usual snagged on freeholder connect at the job site, and sentimentalist that I am, I've had an Andy Richardson shaped hole in my life since the last visit. So this missive comes to you from the rolling fields, and sand dunes of Fife.

As is so often said, holidaying brings out  the worst in people. We've served each other with divorce papers several times before we make it on to the train.  One drama leads to another but eventually we're off and I fall into a fitful sleep as the train shudders northwards. Somewhere nearer to London than Edinburgh, and nearer to sleep than wakefulness, I was idly daydreaming of the great days of steam when I realised the huffing and puffing was intact the Evil Elfa still expressing her displeasure. Reluctantly, I open my eyes to find that she actually had a valid reason this time, her face is swelling up. She looks like she's saving a gobstopper for later. I am ,by nature, quite a caring person. Annoyingly Elfa, by nature, is the worst feckin' patient ever! Really, you know those stories where the nurse went mental and shoved the hospital trolly, patient and all, into a laundry cupboard and left them there over the weekend? It turns out there is a limit to human endurance, I can now see why nursey would. [But not why nursey would come back after the weekend]. Within the hour the gobstopper is the size of half a golfball.

One for the Tackle Tarts

Andy has it that we should investigate the mouth of the Eden, and armed with lures so secret they shall not be photographed and the obligatory over-priced slices of Mackerel we leave the truck in the golfers car park and walk down the dunes to the estuary. For some reason Elfa has elected to follow that rule of fieldsports observers - she has waterproof boots [bought for the trip] but wears trainers. WTF?
Flounder tactics are the same up here; tiny strips of sushi [sorry bait the price confused me], small hooks and barrel-shaped weights that roll along the bottom. Cast into the tide and allowed to bounce their way across the sandy bottom.

 The score at half time: we did see some one very impressive Sea Trout jump and several smaller splashes, I landed a couple more Flounder. Next time I fish this mark I'll bring a crab rig as my bait got chewed a few times by little fellas.

More soon
your pal
SBW
PS For Me and Andy's adventure with the TV people click HERE










5 comments:

Chad Love said...

Still lust after that freakin' Southfork. If I had the coin right now one would be mine, just 'cause.

Suburban Bushwacker said...

Chad

Whatchya got ya wanna trade?

I'm still feeling the love, but i know you're got some kickass swag squirrelled away.

SBW

Chad Love said...

Believe it or not, I really don't. What stuff I did manage to get sent my way was, to be honest, usually garbage, anyway. Right now I'm on a simplicity and frugality kick so I've gotten rid of most of my spendy knives as well and am currently slumming with the cheap or old stuff. I just like the South Fork because I've become a bit bored with drop-point blades lately and the trailing point blades sorta take me back to childhood. Currently re-handling an old retro Schrade sharpfinger.

Suburban Bushwacker said...

Chad

The trailing point blade, was something i'd only ever associated with fishing, but you know what, it works, for food prep, excels even.

At the gralloch a labrador-sized Roe doe I felt a bit over knifed, apart from that its been nice, but they're not much money off having a 'real one' which wouldn't have the spyderhole. The hole never bothers me on the folding knives where it assists opening, and is big enough to be easy to clean. Bit brand-over-usage on the collaboration.

I have come to a similar place, all the gear collecting is fun but its a displacement activity, its too easy to get a premature fulfilemnt for the acquisition of more examples of 'problem solved in neat way' when real-life is just outside the door.
Not that i'm giving up or anything.
SBW

LSP said...

fish on.