Scotland saltwater - Pollack fly fishing
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no relenting in your pressure can be given, otherwise it’ll be plunging to its weedy home and the next thing you feel is the ominous sway of the kelp on your line. I set my drag to its heaviest setting, use 30lb seaguar off my fly line and still suffer the odd ‘kelping’ and almost inevitable breakage. They’re cunning, you see; they know their safe place is in the kelp, and ideally under a rock too, and unlike most other fish they put every ounce of their heft, every molecule of their being into that first hell-for-leather run to their haven. The Cap’n and I set off on a Monday. Thanks to his retirement and my life of leisure we were weaving our way through Edinburgh traffic at 7.30am, not on our way to the hum-drum, oh no, rather to the adventure of the stunning Isle of Skye for a three day pollack quest. We arrived in time to get a few casts in before the light went and we tried one of Skye’s numerous pollack marks - a slightly sheltered craggy spot into a pretty bay.