Tales Of A River Tay Legend

By 11th January 2018

On the 29th of December on this news page I touched on a few peculiar goings on that have happened to me over the years on the River Tay but now as we approach the River Tay's 2018 opening day a fantastic story involving my late mentor & great friend Willie Laird comes to mind. Put your velcro pants on so you don't fall off your chair when I tell you this one.

A Real River Tay Opening Day

In previous decades the 15th of January River Tay opening days were more than what you'll experience on the vast majority of Tay beats these days although there are always exceptions who still know how to hold a party! When I was young the fishing was over by lunchtime as usually half a dozen fine Spring salmon were landed on each beat before lunch and the afternoon fishing session abandoned which was probably best as the salmon would have scattered anyway from the echo of 'clinking' glasses!

Labrador Swimming Lessons

These River Tay opening day lunches were brilliant occasions as all of the fishing guest's wives would have cooked up something fantastic for the men coming in off the river. The selection of food & alcohol on offer in a Tay fishing hut with the smell of wood burning, the hiss from the old gas lamps and the amazing riverbank banter was simply unbeatable. It was the 16th of January during the early 70's following one such opening day party where my late colleague decided he would teach his loyal team of labrador dogs how to swim the Tay! 

Follow Me Across The Tay

Willie told me that he'd been down at the hut the day after a huge opening day party and after tidying up the hut and bagging all the empties he was still feeling a bit shaky. The Tay was running big and there was a fresh covering of snow on the riverbanks. He said he just took the notion to show his loyalty to his labradors who had followed him across the Tay on hundreds of occasions when Willie was in the boat and he thought it was time to show the dogs he was just a good as them. 

Naked In The River Tay Snow

Being a River Tay ghillie and understanding the currents he walked up a hundred yards upstream of his fishing hut and stripped off naked, looked at his dogs and shouted 'come on' as he plunged into the icy Tay. I recall him telling me that he was instantly sober and within a few minutes he realised he was in serious trouble and 'fighting for his life' out in the middle of the Tay a few hundred yards downstream of his entry point. He eventually managed to haul himself out of the Tay on the other side away downstream of where he was hoping to be and in a state of hypothermic shock and total exhaustion. Needless to say his dogs were still on the far bank and had chosen not to follow him!

How To Recross The River Tay

The situation now turned into even more panic as Willie realised that all of his clothes were on the other side of the river. There was no way he was going to attempt a re-crossing which would definitely have killed him so the only thing he could do was break into a jog to try to heat himself up a bit and head off a mile or so upstream to Dunkeld Bridge to get back onto the Birnam side of the Tay again. Because he was completely 'bollock naked' he found an old sack on the riverbank to cover himself with as he crossed the bridge at Dunkeld to avoid being arrested!

Old Tay Ghillies Were As Hard As Nails

As a boy I recall being out harling on the River Tay with Willie Laird through the early Spring months in freezing air conditions often assisted with a biting North wind. I'd be sitting on the boat seat freezing with as many layers of clothing on as I could walk up right with. Willie would be at the stern with a light open neck shirt and regular tweed jacket completely oblivious and resilient to the freezing conditions. Probably if he had not been as hardy that attempted labrador River Tay swimming lesson would certainly have killed him!