12th of November

by on November 12th, 2015

“Why are there so many songs about rainbows?” A classic White River ‘bow.
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“My kinda town..” Right fishing break over, back to work…

10th of November

by on November 10th, 2015

Phew, it’s been quite a slog over the last week as I wake up in Northern Arkansas, with a couple of days off to do a spot of trout fishing. Trish in Las Cruces snapped this picture of me outside the building in Old Mesilla where justice finally caught up with Billy the Kid.
Unfortunately no snaps of Texas ( as I was too busy driving!) but it was looking greener than I’d ever seen it after all the rain.
I had a couple of hours yesterday at the majestic White River in The Ozark Mountains. I caught a bunch of rainbow trout and one stonking brown trout as it was getting dark.

3rd of November

by on November 3rd, 2015

Meep! Meep! The Wiley Coyote is going to require a serious investment in Acme products to take down this roadrunner which commands a view over Las Cruces, New Mexico.

2nd of November

by on November 2nd, 2015

Headed down to Tucson past the iconic Picacho Peak, scene of the most westerly confrontation during the Civil War….
My discerning hosts took me to the new Hamilton distillery in Tucson where they are making Del Bac single malt whisky. The malted barley is dried using mesquite wood as an alternative to peat, giving it a very distinctive flavour. It is matured in new oak casks, these are small ones which in the hot climate can bring the spirit to maturity astonishingly quickly. It is proving to be very popular and they are selling out – the next batch won’t be ready until February. As a picky Scotsman I was very impressed with their ethos and operation.
Their still looks quite different from the traditional Scottish ones but certainly produces a guid wee drappie!

31st of October

by on November 1st, 2015

Had a great couple of shows in Prescott and Flagstaff. Cameron MacNab took me for a spin in his Lincoln – the longest car I’ve ever been in.
Drove up to Flagstaff through Sedona which has the most spectacular red rocks. I have not nearly done it justice with these snaps, but it was quite difficult to find somewhere to stop.
Spent a couple of hours fly fishing in Oak Creek Canyon. This beautiful stream is stuffed with trout who were up for it after the previous days rain – first time I’ve seen it rain in Arizona.
A plucky wee broon troot with lovely red spots the same colour as the surrounding rocks.
Just about to turn on to the road where one can allegedly get ones kicks.