More on Ireland’s Church of St. Kilcatherine

More on Ireland’s Church of St. Kilcatherine

Part One: Back in 2011 when this blog began, I did a series of posts about Ireland’s Church of St. Kilcatherine on the Beara peninsula. Since then a fair number of people have viewed these early posts, and that continuing level of interest has spurred me to once again tell you more about the church and how I came across it.

A Rainy Day on the Road out of Ardgroom

Ten years ago, I was in Ireland visiting my friends Jim and Jane, who live seaside in a wonderful home on the Beara. Knowing the surrounding coast held stunning beauty, I brought along a backpack. My plan was to spent three weeks doing daily hikes. All told I ended up trekking about 70 miles, of what is now called Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way. It was a terrific adventure.

On the day I came across across the Church of St. Kilcatherine, I had sent out to walk from Ardgroom to Eyeries. It was a gloomy morning, mixed with periodic rain, drizzle, and fog. Despite the weather, I continued on hoping conditions would improve. The route I had chosen was along a series of ridgelines. This route not only promised high views of the coast, but was the shortest way to reach Eyeries. Unfortunately it proved to be impossible.

The coastal road to Eyeries

The heavy rains of the night before had turned the steep hillsides into sheets of running water, making any ascent extremely difficult. After falling several times, I had no choice but to descend and take the coastal road instead. After all, I was alone in a remote location and if I twisted an ankle it might take days to be found.

The entrance to St. Kilcatherine

The coastal road came at a cost, however, doubling my distance to Eyeries to about 17 miles. That is a long hike, my friends, in the rain with a pack. Still it proved to be an enjoyable journey.

Late that afternoon, tired and soaked to the skin, I came to a sign for the Church of St. Kilcatherine. The gated entrance to the church yard was small. After stepping through, I dropped my pack and explore the ruin. Ireland is filled with ancient history,  and this  is a wonderful example. Religious ceremonies, both pagan and Christian, have gone on here for well over a thousand years.

The graveyard is home to an amazing collection of crosses, whose varied designs speak to passage of time and culture. To learn more about these crosses visit this earlier post. 

Now on to part two of this post!

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White River Wonders

White River Wonders

The White River has a well-earned reputation for some of the best trout fishing in America. It is a 700 mile long, complex watershed running through both Arkansas and Missouri. Some of the finest trout fishing the White has to offer, however, is found below the dam on Bull Shoals Lake in the Ozark Mountains.

White River rainbows

Recently my friends Peter and Linda Gillen caught a legal limit of rainbows on the White River while camping at Bull Shoal-White River State Park, Lakeview, AR. Not they weren’t fly-fishing, but the photo shows how abundant rainbows are on this river.  Pete and Linda were fishing with excellent guide Marty Moore on his custom drift boat. Marty is affiliated with Papa Bill’s Guide Service. Peter and his wife Linda have fished with Marty over the past few years and recommend him highly.

While the rainbow fishing is obviously very good, the White River is most famous for having some of the biggest brown on the planet. Earlier this year one of Marty’s clients caught a 26”, 28” and 31” Brown. A total of 26 Browns were caught that day. Marty Moore can be reached at 903-701-0454.

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Striper Trip in Long Island Sound

Striper Trip in Long Island Sound:

Made it back north for the summer! Ahh, that lovely cool air and low humidity. Perfect for some  schoolie striper action in Long Island Sound.

Excellent Schoolie Striper Bite

Schoolie Striper

Yesterday my friend Phil Farnsworth and his buddy Mike invited me to take a boat ride with them. We left Niantic around mid-morning with some fog and wind to contend with. Fortunately the fog lifted roughly an hour into our trip and the wind never proved to be much of a problem, except for leftie like me. LOL

YOY Sea Herring

Soon we were seeing clouds of terns circling overhead. And the bass were underneath them chewing on YOY sea herring. No these bass weren’t huge by any stretch of the imagination. Most likely they were members of the recent stronger year classes in -2015 and 2016.  But despite their size they proved capable of bending an 8wt fly rod in the butt section.

These Bass Fought Hard

Plenty of Stripers on the Screen

As the screen above reports, there were loads of bass, hanging deep. But as the current slowed, these bad boys came to the surface and gobbled flies right off the top. Exciting fishing. We caught plenty on an orange Farnsworth slider. Great day on the water…

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Another Charlotte Harbor Permit

Another Charlotte Harbor Permit

A few days back my friend Dave and I took a boat ride to a flat a touch farther north. After we waded around for awhile, Dave announced he had seen a school of pompano swimming by. A few casts later Dave hooked one, but it wasn’t a pompano. It was a permit!

Charlotte Harbor Permit

Permit are a bit rare in Charlotte Harbor, so this is an uncommon catch. After Dave got his, we both fired casts at the school, but couldn’t get another permit to take, even though we tried several different flies. Too bad, but it still was exciting.

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Jacks can Save the Day

Jacks Can Save the Day

Got out early Thursday morning before the sun and before the eventual wind. Carefully I poled a mile of flat looking for “tailing” reds. Conditions weren’t great yet I did see three “tails”. Unfortunately all of them were at long range. And by the time I got into position each of them had disappeared. Damn!

Jack on a 6-weight fly rod

After my search for tails, I poled the sandbar as the wind slowly increased. Quite a few catfish and mullet were busy swimming around. But still no sign of reds. So I climbed off the Adios and walked the bar northward. Then up ahead I saw a dark shape coming at me.  Quickly I dropped a crab fly directly in its path.  The fish shot ahead and nailed it hard, taking off on several strong runs. Not a red or a snook, mind you but a decent jack. Sometines jacks save the day.

 

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