Ferox

Yesterday, we left Cumbernauld for the North West Highlands. Our quest, most definately Ferox Trout. I don't claim to be an expert on Ferox or how to catch them but must have learned a bit over the years. So, we went hunting for " the Aquatic wolf from the ice age " with the resolution to catch one of these beautiful specimens which are not, as is the common myth, " ugly trout ".

Over 30 years ago, my father caught one of these beauties on another loch in the North West highlands. The fish was around five pounds in weight and at that time we did not know it as a Ferox taking it only to be a large brown trout which must have changed to a fish diet at some point in it's life cycle.


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It was a lovely and well marked fish and regrettably we " chapped it on the head ". In those days this was the norm and the fish was kept for the table. These days, we'll still keep smaller trout but would encourage anyone catching large Ferox to return them. In some way, it's my view, trout which have lived long enough to reach maturity deserve the chance to live another few years and possibly pass their gene's onto the next generation of Ferox. I suppose this makes a case for not taking any trout for the table whatsoever and advocating 100% catch and release. My answer to this would be, 100% Catch and release is a relatively new concept, Ferox have been thriving for thousands of years.

Anyway, what do I know. Back to the trip and the fishing. We travelled up through Fort William to arrive at our camp site for 10 p.m. the light was just beginning to fade and although having been here many years ago we were unable to get a good reminder of how the loch lay before the last fingers of light lifted from the glen and we were plunged into an oily blackness with only the faint glow of what remained of the " Simmer Dim " for a roof.

My father had opted to sleep in the boat and I had brought the tent but really don't like putting one up in the dark so as it was only for one night, decided to sleep in the fourtrack. There was a bit of a breeze but when the wind dropped, the midgies came out and when I say they came out, they came out in force. I organised my gear for the morning as best I could by a small fire of charcoal lit to provide some smoke in order to keep the midgies away.



When camping we normally take charcoal or buy bags of wood rather than going all Ray Mears and hacking down trees. The charcoal doesn't cost much and the logs can be had for around £3.75 at most garages up North. It's a small price to pay for leaving as little trace behind as possible, keeping the landowners happy and ensuring future access. As I sat by the fire that evening, I had a good feeling. I'd been watching the weather and waiting for my window of opportunity. I don't get much of a chance to get out Ferox fishing these days and it was in fact eighteen months since my last trip so I was very hopeful that my research, preparation purchases and planning would bear fruit. However around 1 a.m. as I sat by the fire, the wind changed from a warm westerly to an East wind. Damn, I thought and then pondered that all may not be lost. Maybe if the East wind puts smaller trout which normally feed on insects and flies lower in the water column then the big guys and gals might come out to play. How right I was.

Next morning, after a Lorne sausage or two, cooked over the open fire we broke camp. Replaced the turf where the fire had been set and got the boat hitched up before descending the steep road to the launch site. We were here at this remote highland loch with no fish cages and very little in the way of visitors but the problem was we were not alone. The midgies had decided to turn up for the day too. Hastily, we got the gear in the boat and with me being 1st mate I did the wading as the old man as usual was Captain.

We launched and got as far from shore as quickly as possible. We could have been forgiven for thinking there were trout rising all over this part of the loch as it was completely sheltered from the East Wind and a flat calm prevailed allowing us to see the small bubbles of methane gas which rise from the depths and can look like rising trout from a distance.





We were on our way. For anyone who's not worked it out yet, trolling was to be the order of the day. It's a very effective method of catching Ferox and when you way it out, cost for catch it's probably a bit bonkers by the time you've bought all of your gear and paid for your petrol and launching fees. When you also consider the time which goes into catching memorable fish there's no doubt many of the guys who follow this branch of the sport with a passion could only be described as dedicated. It should be noted that without the Wild fishing forum
http://www.wild-fishing-scotland.co.uk/smf/index.php and the other forum it would have taken so much longer to get to this point in my angling career and I extend my thanks to all who have helped.

However, let's get the lines out shall we. I'm not keen on down riggers at the start of the day and prefer to get flat lining as quickly as possible. My preferred set up is two side rods port and starboard of at least ten feet ideally twelve and if you can get them, fourteen foot salmon rods with the old style rings. I use floating or shallow running lures on the side rods and then two poker rods of about eight feet with deeper running lures on them. I like to keep things simple and having tried all of the fancy divers and planers prefer to get down deeper if necessary by clipping a small weight to the swivel above the lure. With the down riggers I usually get these working, if I can be bothered one at a time. This means there are always three lines in the water giving optimum opportunity. I've used dead baits but as was proved today they are not essential. Our boat is of the planing hull type giving a good stable fishing platform and it's a sea going boat more than capable of handling nearly anything the Scottish weather can throw at us. We've got a forty horse engine which is very quiet on the troll and a 2.5 h.p. kicker in case the main engine packs in. The boat is fitted with a depth sounder / fish finder which helps in keeping the down rigger canon balls off the bottom and shows but does not catch fish.

FISHING



Well, I've waffled on a bit to get to the main point of the story which is fishing. We headed out into the open loch and were seeing fish pretty quickly on the fish finder. Undoubtedly some of which were Ferox Trout. As far as we're aware there are no Pike in here and if someone was to introduce them it would be shocking.

What were we to expect today ? Weather, fair or foul ? Fish, no fish ? Who knows, it's fishing in Scotland and only the big guy upstairs knows what he's going to give you for your day. Nothing is guaranteed but " God loves a trier " or so they tell me.

Whirr, my Abu ambassadeur sounded the alarm and it was fish on! We got the other lines in and brought the fish to the boat. Disappointingly it was only a small fish of around three quarters of a pound so we chapped it on the head for the table. We'd brought small Rainbows if we were going to troll dead baits because Broon Troots are too good for bait methinks. Trolling or spinning is o.k. but one of the disadvantages is the fact that the lures and heavier rods can kill the fight and sport you would get if you were fly fishing which is another angle of mine. The fight of a small or not so small Broonie on the light tackle of fly gear is hard to beat and has to be tried to be understood. Fly fishing is a great branch of angling and those who think it's only for toff's should have a go. You can't beat the fight from a strong fish on a light rod.



Anyway here we go again, lines out and troll on. I couldn't believe this, half past ten and the rod is kicking again but this time it's one of the poker rods with a deep running lure on and man it's kicking. Now, this poker rod is a light boat rod but to get it kicking it needs a decent fish. My old man keeps going and I'm telling him to cut the engines and get these other rods in while I'm keeping light pressure on the fish. He's got the other rods in and I can feel the bump, bump ,bump of a big fish sounding against the pressure of the reel. We've got twenty pound line on so I'm not worried about the line breaking but I'm worried about pulling the hook. At this point I'm thinking it's maybe three or four pounds.

The fish is coming in pretty quickly and easy now and I'm thinking maybe it's not so big after all. Then I see it's back and tail and it sees me.



Jeezus, I think, then SPLASH !, it breaks the surface. I'm saying to my dad did you see that and he's like no, I'm like, this is massive, it's a big fish. He's laughing and saying listen to you, you've been watching too much Paul Young and I'm like, this is a big fish it's a really big fish. He's still laughing then the fish breaks the surface again. Geez that's some size he says. Let it run if it wants to, don't pull too hard. I tell him to get the camera and he manages a couple of shots before the fish is ready for the net.



It comes in pretty easily at the end obviously having been determined not to get to the boat. We net it and bring it aboard. Taking the details we need quickly.


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I'm really concerned for the fish and want to get it back in the water a.s.a.p. as we don't have a live well. Unhooking is a quick affair and we manage one shot before the fish is returned to the loch.


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It's obviously used a lot of energy in the fight and takes a good five minutes to recover properly before it gives a good couple of kicks before breaking free and sounding home.


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Me and the old man shake hands on a job well done and the only thing we have to remind us of this beautiful specimen out of the water is one photograph but it's enough and the feeling of achievement and satisfaction from seeing a belter like that, all 15lbs 10ozs ( length 34" Girth 19" ) of totally wild Scottish Ferox trout, swim away is hard to convey in words.

Well, how do you follow that ? Simple, try for another. We fished all day in fairly reasonable on a kind of trying to rain sort day with another couple of Troot around the pound mark for the pot and a couple returned.



We had lunch on the boat which consisted of chicken curry with rice prepared on my faithfull and battle weary Trangia washed down with a few slugs of Mr. and Mrs. Barr's finest Irn Bru.





We had one more fish in the afternoon before heading for the lochside and the waiting midgies who had sent out messengers to announce our return in order that their mates could arrive in hoardes to greet us, B*******.

On the way home I had a fish supper at The Bill and we headed down through Bridge of Orchy, Tyndrum, Crianlarich etc., where again at Glen Ogle there was another accident. This time a car had left the road at the bottom and ended up down a steep drop. The cops and ambulance had beat us to it and a mobile crane was in the process of lifting the vehicle back onto the road. I hope the folk that were taken to hospital were o.k.

Now, when's the next time I can get away fishing.