Every now and then my brother Sean and our old friend Mark arrange a little rendezvous in the west of Ireland to see if we can catch a few trout and yesterday we convened in Westport for this long-anticipated fishing trip.

Mark Twain once said that the worst winter he ever experienced was a summer in San Francisco and, while things are not quite that bad here, to begin to imagine summer weather in the west of Ireland it is helpful to consider winter weather in as a starting point.

Needless to say, inclement weather was never going be an obstacle to battle-hardened fly fishermen like us and so we decided to fish a lough called Lough Moher which is only a short drive from our base in Westport.

Trout can be difficult creatures to figure out. There are times when conditions seem ideal and yet the fish seem to vanish and so we really didn´t know what to expect. It is probably fair to say that none of us expected the fishing to be as good as it turned out to be.

On our first drift Sean hooked a good fish and as he was playing I hooked a fish too and almost immediately Mark hooked one that, in the end, proved to be the best of the bunch. There was a time when all three of us had our rods arched as fish were running around the boat. All three fish were duly netted and unhooked. We left the fish in the landing net as we passed it around so when it was my turn to land a trout there was already a fish in the landing net. When Mark landed his there were already two! Finally all three lay side by side for the photograph we would take to commemorate the occasion before we returned them to the dark water.

In the end we lost count of the fish we caught between us but there were no fewer than 50 and these ranged from tiddlers that could be swung to the hand to fish of up to 3 pounds. At least a dozen fish would have been 2 pounds or better.

All the fish were taken on wet flies and all were subsequently released unharmed. We were more than satisfied with a dream start to our west of Ireland adventure and as soon as the boat was tied up we headed back to Westport for a few celebratory pints.

This was fairly typical of the better fish

This was fairly typical of the better fish

This is a beautifully marked fish that Sean caught.

This is a beautifully marked fish that Sean caught.

One of Mark´s

One of Mark´s

All taken at the same time on the first drift!

All taken at the same time on the first drift!

Look at these mean ugly fishermen. You think a squall will deter them?

Fishermen don´t come mean or uglier than these two. You think a little squall will deter them?

A nice place, this.

A nice place, this.

We left Meg in charge of navigation.

We left Meg in charge of navigation.