2004 saw a departure from our usual yearly pilgrimage to Scotland for a week of fishing. After much
deliberation we decided upon a trip to Ireland after having read and heard glowing reports of the
quality of angling, both game and course. Much trawling of the internet resulted in the discovery of
an idyllic cottage on the shores of Lough Sheelin, apparently famed for its magnificent wild brown
trout and an abundance of pike.
Located in the North Midlands on the borders of Cavan, Meath and Westmeath, Lough Sheelin is an
impressive 4 miles long and up to a mile wide in places. The evening we arrived at our cottage in Captain’s
Bay was glorious. Sitting out on the decking whilst drinking cold beers and enjoying the last rays of sunshine
it seemed clear we were about to die and go to heaven for the next 7 days. Well, unsurprisingly the Gods
had different ideas and spent the next week beating the boyish enthusiasm out of us until we twitched
uncontrollably at the mere mention of Sheelin.
The following day saw our first encounter with the ghillie we would be using during our stay on the
shores of the lough, John Murphy (along with some filthy weather). John is without a shadow of a doubt
a living legend and proved to be one of the highlights of our ill-fated holiday with his tall-tales and
incessant banter. His knowledge of the lough is also second-to-none. If you are fishing Sheelin for the first
time then before you even think about going out on the water you need to hire the services of a ghillie
and I would not hesitate to send you John’s way.
John took us out fishing later that same day but the omens were never good. Once every few years
a mysterious disease devastates the roach population of Lough Sheelin for a week and with weary
predictability we had that week for our holiday. Our secondary mission objective for the holiday had
been to wreak havoc with Sheelin’s pike but they were now gleefully wallowing round the lough mopping up
recently deceased roach. Dropping a plug or pike fly in front of their smug little faces was like waving a
raw steak in front of a vegan.
It was a minor miracle that we finished the holiday with 3 pike to our name, all on plugs and caught
around reed beds in one of the bays. That left primary objective number one, the wild brownies, and once
again we had lucked out because we had arrived just as the ‘spent gnat’ finished.
Like most places nowadays, Sheelin’s mayfly population is a shadow of its former self but still delivers one of the highlights of the lough’s
season when after big hatches they end their days spread-eagled on the surface providing protein packed
trout fodder. Predictably, we ‘should have been here last week’. However, our ghillie did manage to find a
few pockets of fish feeding on the spent gnat and provided suitable imitations to drop in front of them. Some
anglers feel that stalking fat pellet-pigs in small, crystal-clear man-made waters is exciting stuff but fishing
the spent gnat on a natural loch for a potential double-figure wild brown trout sprays milt all over that,
John taught us to make as little disturbance as possible for this style of fishing. When approaching a likely
area the engine was cut and oars powered the last 100 yards, then the next few minutes would be spent
looking for signs of rising fish and the mayfly they were feeding on. We were able to manoeuvre ourselves
close to feeding fish on several occasions at which point short but accurate casts were needed to delicately
present the dry mayfly to them. Sadly, although John expertly put us onto fish sipping down dead or dying
mayfly we failed to hook any, although there were a couple of missed opportunities which nearly induced
Our time on Sheelin usually consisted of wet fly fishing during the day with floating or intermediate lines,
using flies such as the ubiquitous dabbler and its variants. Having a cottage virtually on the shore meant
we could return to base for a bite to eat and a break from the buttock numbing boat seats then head
back out on to the lough for the evening session. The evening was spent as mentioned before searching
for trout feeding on mayfly but when the light had almost disappeared we switched tactics.
the large Murrough sedge clumsily make their way to the shore, creating a distinctive wake which the trout
home in on. John had given us Murrough imitations for this occurrence and it was on one of these which I
caught our only Lough Sheelin brown trout! At just over a pound it was not quite the fish of a lifetime but
nevertheless most welcome. If you’re expecting a boat load of fish on Sheelin you are going to be
disappointed. The ghillies themselves often blank or when they do catch it might only be one fish. But
that one fish could be a 4 or 5lb wild brown trout, or even much, much larger.
Sheelin is a hard nut to crack. It had a bad reputation up until recently because of the poor water quality
caused by run-off from surrounding farmland. This seems to have improved and the fishing is recovering
but it may never be the same again. Also, many of the pike in Sheelin have been removed to other loughs
(or into tins of dog food, if you believe the rumours!) to try aid the recovery of the trout population. Fine if
all you care about is trout but specimen pike anglers may be put off!
If you do decide to come to Sheelin I recommend you do the following:
- Purchase an automatic lifejacket, along with a spare cartridge
- Consider learning about boat safety
- Hire a ghillie
- Purchase the flies your ghillie suggests!
- Contact the Shannon fishery board for information or have a look at their website http://www.shannon-fishery-board.ie. Permits can also be purchased online here and are excellent value.
- Consider staying at this place! http://www.fishingireland.com/lodge.html