You know, there’s something about fly fishing here in Perthshire that just gets under your skin—the way the mist hangs over the lochs at dawn, or how the salmon practically leap into your hands when the run’s right. That’s why we started Fly Fish Scotland, honestly. Not to sound like some fancy outfitter, but because we’re daft about this stuff and wanted to share it properly.

We’re tucked into this pocket of Scotland where the rivers still feel wild, and the trout? Oh, they’re cheeky buggers—especially the native browns up in the highland lochs. And don’t get me started on the sea trout runs. There’s a stretch of river near Dunkeld where I’ve seen beginners land their first salmon, hands shaking like leaves, and honestly? That never gets old.

Our lot’s been guiding here since the ’80s—you’ll recognize the old hands by how they can predict a hatch just by sniffing the air. We’ll sort you with gear (none of that “bring your own waders” nonsense), point you to the sneaky pools the tourists miss, and if you fancy it, we’ve got mates who’ll put you up in proper fisher’s digs—none of those sterile hotels.

So yeah, if you’ve ever wanted to stand waist-deep in a river at golden hour, with nothing but the splash of a rising grayling and maybe an eagle overhead… well, you know where to find us. Just don’t blame us if you end up cancelling your flight home.