Four of us headed to Pitlochry to fish the Tummel for grayling. It was the first time I had fished here, so today was as much about finding my feet as anything. It was the coldest day of the winter so far, with temperatures of minus 1 when we arrived. They never went up by much throughout the day....
Putting out a line below the A9 road bridge.
One poor fellow that never made it to the redds. There were lots of fish showing all over the river.
A trout was landed shortly before this photo was taken, but alas no grayling here.
After lunch the weather deteriorated with a cold, thick fog descending on the river. I was trotting and at times actually losing sight of the float. I did catch an out-of-season brownie of about 1lbs just up from the hut on a trotted maggot.
Cold, cold, cold.
Catch of the day went to Neil, who managed a personal best grayling of 2lbs on a czech nymph thingy. We all had brownies.