On the trail of the elusive Dee springer
“I can only imagine those glorious days, filled with adrenaline-soaked fishing”
“This is Green Bank and this is your best chance today,” said Robert
Harper, long-time gillie on Lower Crathes and West Durris, as he pointed out the pool.
A beguiling run hugged the far bank of the river Dee, with the speed of current that salmon like to rest in. Despite a desperate lack of rain that had the local farmers worrying and the gillies in despair, Robert’s soothing Aberdeenshire accent inspired hope.
“Just below that patch of daffodils, that’s where you’ll get him,” he said. Right on cue, a lithe silver torpedo leapt from the water, pulsing with oceanic energy, before plunging back into the flowing water. Full of excitement and expectation, I slowly waded to the top of the run and began the metronomic process of Spey casting my way down the pool, waiting for the moment when the swing of
