Lough Naloughraman

Ray and Ted getting ready at a Mountain lake in Donegal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But before the fishing can commence, we had to untangle the rods and lines and flies. Thanks to Ray for packing it so nice and neat into the car.

 

 

We had a few trout in no time at all, and Ted was giving Ray advice on how to clean the loot.

Nice pink fleshed fellers they were.

Ray paints the Owenea

Ray painted the Owenea.

Both pictures show pools of the Glenties stretch.

Those who know them, know them, and for those who don't: the picture on the top shows the stretch below the bridge at the footballfield; the picture on the right shows the bend above the Glenties turf-bridge.

Ray proudly presents

Ray proudly presents his new gear. No more heavy raincoats, just posh breathable stuff from now on in.

 

And exactly the right conditions to check, whether the Jacket and trousers are truly waterproof; for our Swedish adventure later in the year.

No wind, no rain, but we got a few trout anyway.

Ray isn't fishing all day long every day

Just to show that Ray isn't fishing all day long.

Sometimes he gets these urges, and then he produces all sorts of paintings; like true artists do.

Ray's theory

Ray's theory: you'll never catch fish when it is dry and sunny.

But it's at least a nice picture of Lough Free.

Fairy-land

At Lough Naloughraman. We felt like being in a Fairy-land.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raymondo is hit by reality in Fairy-land. A trout took his fly.

So there. Exactly pan size.

High up in the Donegal Mountains

High up in the Donegal Mountains near Carrick and Glencolumbcille.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ray Robinson playing his spring trout.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there were two very happy anglers. Two big trout and two big smiles from a little lake.

 

Down to Lough Aghvog

On the way down to Lough Aghvog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raymondo enjoying his fishing, though the cold northerly wind spoiled it just a wee bit.

But we came home with a few trout at least.

Not too bad for early March.

High up in the Donegal Mountains

With Mr Robinson at a tiny stream high up in the Donegal Mountains.

The art of fishing is here reduced to hitting the water. It is only two foot wide in places.

But, it is not impossible to catch fish in these little babbling brooks.