Heavy skies, spectacular scenery as I head out of the river into the loch for a day on the water chasing that elusive silver. Fished up the eastern shoreline as far as just above Rowerdennan before turning and fishing down along the eastern and southern shores of Inchclonaig where only the pike were in residence it seemed. Returning homewards back across the bank and down past Ross Priory.

Reflecting on the day I came across a poor cabin cruiser being towed off the rocks at Boturich and decided that my day had been a good one after all.