I can remember my first salmon like it was yesterday. Actually, it was a Saturday. I know that because I was fishing with my father on the River Forth. I was 8 years old when I caught that 14lb, coloured cock fish. But I caught more than a fish that day – I caught the bug. And as every angler knows, there’s no going back!
My father wasn’t a ghillie. But he was an avid salmon and trout angler. He’d work all week and take me fishing every Saturday since before I can remember. You know you have a real love for something when it stays with you throughout your teenage years and into adulthood. I’ve never stopped salmon fishing.
Today, it’s not fishing myself that gives me those memorable moments. It’s seeing a young angler catch their first spring salmon. That’s something we all remember.