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The third laird, adjacent to the other two by the old boundaries, was Major Derick Foster of Park. Park has the reputation as being the top beat on the river and few would dispute this as far as catches and variety of pools are concerned. For nine consecutive years in the 50s and 60s the spring catch averaged greater than one thousand and if you calculate the daily catch for that period it’s not far off 10, impressive by anybody’s standard. DBF, as he signed himself, was a bit of a daunting figure with a fearful temper it was said. This might have been true in his younger days but he must have mellowed by the time I met him. My first recollection of speaking to him was when we were fishing opposite each other on the top of the Keith above Park Bridge. I was on the Tilbouries bank and he was already fishing the head of the pool when I arrived so I sat on the bank and waited to follow him down.

‘Carry on,’ he roared.

‘Thank you,’ I replied and on we went. Ten minutes later and another bellow came down the water.

‘They’ve got the pox!’

‘Pardon?’ I said, a bit perplexed.

‘The fish, they’ve got that damned disease,’ referring to UDN. Goodness I thought, I didn’t expect the Major to behave like that!

The second time I came across DBF was at the Deveron river enquiry when the nets men were seeking to change their season. The great and good of Grampian’s angling community were assembled in the Town Hall in Turriff when the door opened and in came the Major. The hush was immediately evident and as he shuffled along between the rows of seats to a vacant spot at the front I heard him say, not too discretely, ‘They’ve got the bloody pox you know!’ This was obviously a key issue in his life.

I was invited there as a guest of a regular rod from 1987 although I’d previously fished for a season on part of the south bank which was then let separately. It was the beginning of March and the fishing had been poor, as had many recent springs. Like Tilbouries, the Major’s old friends were less able to join him on the river and spare slots were becoming increasingly common. I found most anglers there to be locals who had regular and set days each week. I arranged to meet Roger Dowling, who had invited me, at one of the road ends leading into the estate and arrived early, hopefully to make a good impression. Next thing, an old Ford Escort drew up and the window wound down and there was DBF, moustache bristling, looking fiercely at this impostor hanging around his driveway. ‘Who are you?’ he demanded. Fortunately he seemed happy with my explanation, that I came with an official invite. I was allocated the Durris Stream first thing and was most disappointed when I caught nothing in this most famous of pools. Roger and I were blank all day although I did hook one, a fresh fish in the Keith which, much to my horror fell off near the net. There goes my continued free fishing, I thought to myself! Not so, fortunately for me, and I was a regular guest there fishing every Saturday until the Major died in 1996.

Park was fished by 4 or 5 rods and each had plenty of water without having to fish a pool twice unnecessarily. Being younger and fitter (and keener) than most other Park fishers I was regularly asked to fish the uppermost beat which comprised four pools including the famed Park Inn from where the Major had his only 40lb UK fish (he also had one of this size in Norway). He allocated both sides of these pools to one rod only which meant the better side of each pool could be tackled depending on water height. Park Inn was particularly good in biggish water from the left bank but to fish the Bulwarks and Coopers below it was best to cross the river in the boat moored permanently below the wee metal hut. The next beat started at the Long Pool and went down to the tail of the Castleton and included the both Kirks Pools. There was always a clamour for this beat in high water where the Castelton in particular fished well, fish were an easy casting distance and one did not have to wade. I was seldom allocated this beat which I suspect was often reserved for anglers unwilling to row across to beats with south bank fishing. The middle beat held the House Pool, Cellar and Durris Stream and the Major often fished these himself. The Prince of Wales beat he called it. The fourth beat started at the Jetties and went down to the tail of Bakebeare and included the Red Well which rumour had it that the Major sometimes reserved for himself although I was never aware of this on days I fished with him. The final beat in the spring was from Duffers to the Keith below Park Bridge. It included the Bridge Pool and also Neaves above which fished only in very low water. I suspect few people are aware that the upper half of the Manse Stream below the Keith also belongs to Park although it didn’t produce a fish in my years there.

The South bank of Park was let, in part. From the Durris to Bakebeare it was leased to one rod in the spring but this did not include the Red Well which the Major preferred left to his own guests. The ghillie would sometimes inform this Durris South rod that he could have a quick cast in the Red Well, but only after the North rods had been through first! The Long Pool to the House was let as a two rod beat throughout the season and was tenanted for many years by the Aberdeen fish merchant Joe Little and his wife. From April 16^th the Major took back the Durris South rod although interestingly I never saw the Major fish that side himself. We rowed across using a narrow wooden boat moored at the tail of the Durris and we had complete access to all pools including the Red Well and Duffers. With the water level usually lower than early spring the 5^th rod at Park usually fished here and the Keith beat was often unfished. Both the Durris and Park Inn boats were of Norwegian manufacture and I heard were brought to Scotland in one of Joe Little’s fish lorries.

I always turned up at the hut before 9am; it was with great anticipation that I scanned the sheet showing which beat I would be fishing. I sometimes got there before the ghillie arrived (with the rota) and it was good to catch up with him on the fishing gossip. Most others rods arrived shortly after, never appearing in a hurry, far more relaxed than myself. Many left before 5pm which I found both surprising and a little frustrating as by the time I’d finished on the south side of Park Inn, rowed across, secured the boat, locked the oars in the hut and driven back down to the Cellar hut it was probably nearing 5.30 and the place was often deserted. Nobody with whom to mull over the day’s proceedings. Evening fishings started late March/early April, probably not long after the clocks changed. It was a free for all with no beat allocation although that wasn’t a problem as few made use of what to me was a great opportunity. Changes began to occur about five years after I started at Park, several older long standing day rods began to fish less often and younger more keen anglers took their place. Evening fishing became more popular and a rota was started organised by the ghillie. By that time I had secured a Saturday slot which meant I didn’t have to take a day off work to fish. Other Saturday rods included Roy, with whom I had fished with at Tilbouries, John Webb (Atlantic Salmon Trust biologist and an excellent fisher), Willy Mitchell (retired bobby from nearby Culter) and Stan Clark (local businessman and one of the few who always fished until last light). The 5^th rod alternated between one of two local medics. We got on well and Saturdays were always fished hard and I think it was only day that all five day rods fished the evenings also. We were joined in the mornings by the Major who by this time just fished the House where he could comfortably cast into productive water without having to wade. He would arrive mid-morning and depart before lunch after which we would shuffle about to fill his vacated spot.

I’ve given here a detailed account of how Park was organised as I think it might be of interest to anglers who have fished the beat in the last decade. Much is now let as day rods and the beats are split differently to accommodate twice the number of anglers. How things have changed. There was an unwritten rule that the Cellar was not to be fished from the South side, the reason being that fish lay close to that bank and would be easily scared by an angler casting off the high bank there. It was quite evident however that this was only the case in medium to low water only. In high water the fish were either higher up the pool and/or across on the North bank. It struck me that at such a height there were fish lying below the white post marker at the foot of the House on the South side. And they were never covered. I put this to the Major one day and he had no objection to me driving round and giving it a throw. I wasn’t successful but I’m positive that if the South bank marker could be adjusted to suit the water height this would have been a productive place. The Major demonstrated sensible flexibility, and was always looking for ways to increase the score.

Major Foster was a great character and fishing was his principal interest. He fished almost every day and had an unusual way of allocating pools. Each day, the ghillie, (Bill Ross in my early days there – he was really the head keeper although he also looked after the fishing and regularly had a cast himself) would drive down to the hut at 8.15 and record the temperature and height of the river. Armed with this information Bill would walk through the field, across the lawn to the big house where together with the Major they would decide where each rod was to fish. Positions were noted by the Major on a sheet of paper printed specifically for this purpose and which was pinned on a board in the hut. Bill then left to get on with his keepering duties. Anglers arrived and unlocked the hut (the key was always in the gutter), found where they were to fish and headed off. There they remained for the day; those at either end of the estate sometimes didn’t see a soul the whole day apart from a visit by DBF to check progress and sometimes by Bill for much the same reason. I was a bit put out by this initially and would have preferred to meet and possibly change beats at lunchtime. I would also have liked to hear of catches on the other pools. However, in time I used to like this routine and quite enjoyed the solitude.

The first season was hard going with few springers and it was the middle of March before I caught my first, a 13lb fish in the Long Pool on a Devon minnow. Only one other was landed that day which I hoped stood me in good stead. My diary says there were a few fish reported on the river as far upstream as Carlogie although Dinnet was doing a little better. The Devon was the only bait allowed, spoons and wobblers were banned, fishers using these lures were not gentleman! Once, when a Rapala had been found on the bank, the lure was displayed prominently in the hut with one of the Major’s barely decipherable notes pinned to the middle treble ‘baits like these will not be tolerated at Park!’ I often grinned when thinking back at this as a friend was once a great fan of this bait and I wondered whether he’d been giving it a sneaky swim. Of course the most likely explanation was that it had floated down from an upstream beat, not one frequented by gentlemen obviously. One of the first fish I landed at Park was just out from the main hut on the fly in May. As I was about to beach it, a nice silver fish, John Webb, the AST biologist arrived and tailed it out. As he laid it on the bank I delivered the coup de grace and sat back satisfied. Much to my horror John announced that he thought it was a baggot! In May? Well, I wasn’t going to argue with a biologist of his standing and on lifting it by the tail the concave shape was clearly evident. John offered to hide it down a rabbit hole but I thought it best to be honest and report the mishap. Like all fish caught, I put it in the large aluminium fish box in the hut and awaited DBF’s wrath. When he turned up I admitted my mistake but instead of being annoyed he just said leave it where it is and don’t say anything. Fishing with us that day, as he did every year during May, was Barrie Welham the famous tackle dealer (he in turn invited the Major to fish with him at Upper Floors in October, a pretty good deal all round I would say). After catching nothing himself he was invited to check my fish. On entering the hut and with DBF standing stone faced in the corner, he congratulated me on catching a cracking fish. ‘Ha!’ roared the Major, ‘call yourself a fish expert? It’s a bloody baggot!’ Great mirth all round, the Major certainly didn’t lack a sense of humour.

The Major used to occasionally invite fishers up to the big house for a cup of tea at 4 o’clock. I hated tea but loved nothing more than discuss salmon fishing with him and his wife, Christine. She was a very pleasant lady who usually only fished on opening day. I got to know DBF well during these sessions and soon realised that if there was one thing that really invoked his interest it was the history of fishing at Park. He bought the place in 1946 and took up residence the year after and meticulous records were kept of all fish landed. These were kept in large leather bound books in the Major’s study. I had the pleasure of examining each in great detail and worked out various statistics e.g. top pools in a specific year and monthly changes over time. I assembled these in a booklet, rather crudely bound and gave this to the Major. The highlight was, in his eyes, the chapter detailing various comments that he had inserted intermittently throughout the record books. Some were hilarious, all were fascinating:

• 22^nd August 1946, DBF’s first fish at Park, 4½lbs in the House pool

• 12^th May 1947, JP had 16 for the day, a record while the Major was alive

• 2^nd October 1947, sea licer from DBF in the House, very late for this era

• 20^th April 1948, 31lb in the Bridge

• Next day, ‘same again, both on the fly’

• ‘The fish have gone’ (end of May) – next week they had 106!

• February 1951, ‘tenants not keen on keeping records’

• March 1951, ‘these tenants do not give correct returns, damn them!’

• 1^st April 1951, Park fished fly as agreed – the opposition baited, ‘they caught their due which was nothing!’ Park had 14.

• 29^th May 1952 ‘Major Dawson’s horse won at Epsom and he had 3 in 30 mins from the Cellar’

• April 1954 comment by DBF ‘they will become difficult’ next week they had 130

• 3^rd February 1958, 48 for the day, a record.

• 20^th April 1959 ‘fish getting stiff’ only 13 for the day!

• 1959, Durris Stream with only 57 from 950 caught – strange!

• 18^th March 1961, ‘MBR, JWP & DBF all got SFA’

• 1962, ‘a poor season’ 950 in total but 59 of 20lb or over!

• 6^th July 1965, DBF with 9 sea trout for the evening

• Opening day 1966 ‘they don’t seem to be here’ 24 for the day!

• 5^th August 1968 ‘26lb fish at 0″ in the Long pool’

• 10^th June 1970, Lee Wulff, BBC and film crew arrive

• Opening day 1974, DBF starts the season with a 30 pounder

• Feb 1975, ‘they don’t like a wind up their tails!’

• 18^th February 1976, ‘33lb by DBF and MR fell in!’

• 28^th August 1976, gauge reads -12″

• 4^th September 1982, ‘DBF fell in backwards and lost cap’

One day in March I was on the Long Pool/Kirks beat, the water was low for the time of year and there were few fish about. Having had nothing in the Long pool I was half way down the Lower Kirks when I finally had a take and landed a thin fish of about 8lbs. I wasn’t too sure that it was fresh but the gills were clean and the vent wasn’t distended so I knocked it on the head. The Major turned up half an hour later and asked how I was getting on. ‘I’ve a small scruffy looking fish in the boot of my car,’ I replied. He looked inside and examined the fish with a practised eye, ‘It’ll sell,’ he exclaimed and walked away. That was how fish were judged in those days; all were welcome if they brought income to the estate.

I was reading a fishing magazine which included an article by Arthur Oglesby, one of the UK’s most eminent salmon fishers in the 70s, 80s and 90s. What caught my eye was a photograph of the author landing a salmon in a pool which looked very familiar. It was one of the lower pools at Park called Bakebeare but, the caption stated ‘one on the lower Dee on the Toby!’ Good job DBF didn’t catch him or he would have been asked to leave immediately. John Ashley Cooper used to fish at Park and was famed there for his prodigious casting. Having said that I cannot recall his name in the fishing records so one must assume he didn’t fish there often. I met the great JAC once, at a Salmon & Trout Association meeting in Edinburgh where he was guest speaker. Unfortunately he was slightly deaf and conversation was a little difficult.

There was an elderly couple from north England who used to fish three fortnightly periods each year, in spring, summer and autumn. They were keen and diligent fishers but I don’t think Bill Ross liked them much. He nicknamed them the hoodies (after the crow, not the garment) although I never found out why. The first time I met them was spring 1988 and there was a good head of fish in the pools. I’d arranged to fish Friday and Saturday and on the first day I was allocated the top beat so didn’t see the other anglers out that day. On the Saturday I was given the Red Well and Bakebeare beat but at 38″ most of it was too high so Bill told me to start further up under the wires at the tail of the Durris Stream. This was usually part of the middle beat but quite sensibly the limits were adjusted to give all fishers an equal opportunity. Within 45 minutes of starting I’d landed 3 fresh springers on the fly. One of the hoodies was above me and apparently got quite upset that I’d poached his fish. Bill told me to ignore them; I was fishing under the Major’s instructions. I’m not exactly sure this was the case, Bill might have told me to fish there just to annoy the hoodie although the Major knew about it and didn’t comment other than to say the short stretch at the bottom of the Durris was called the ‘breakfast lie.’ He used to lease the lower pools to a lady who often had a cast there first thing in the morning. With success presumably. It was a great spot in a big water when it fished right round to the Jetties below.

One day the Major asked what my middle name was, he knew it began with D. ‘Derek,’ I replied, so he said I bet it wasn’t spelt like the D in his name. His preferred name was Derick, apparently the shortened form of Frederick although his Christian initials were HFB. To his face we all called him the Major, very few addressing him directly as Derick.

I thought it odd that the Major didn’t fish beats other than Park very often, despite what must have been a host of offers. His brother in law co-owned a beat on the lower Spey and fished at Park most years in the summer. His name on the fishing rota and record book was Billy J-T and he was a cheery gentleman and always joking with the local team. I remember one July evening when I was fishing near the hut, the Major, his son John and Billy J-T came by in the car, rods ready for action on the roof, and as they passed the window came slowly down. ‘The A team are out tonight,’ the Major called and off they went. I was in the Red Well one day when BJ-T caught a fish on the south side. The Major turned up and shouted across asking the score. BJ-T held up a fish of about 7lbs. ‘A boy’s fish,’ shouted DBF and drove off chuckling. DBF was at Cambridge with Major Mitchell of Cairnton, but he only mentioned fishing up there with him once. I think he said he caught more at Park so why fish away. I often wondered how Park had done during that period in March 1963 when Tilbouries recorded their record catch of 66 fish on each of two consecutive days. Interestingly, after examining the records it turned out that the Major was not actually fishing that period. He was in Australia where his wife had land and where their younger son ran the estate. From memory I think Park recorded about 80 for those two days.

I had port with me one day instead of the usual whisky but DBF refused a glass saying he didn’t like the stuff. On questioning further it appears that he and his brother had both been given a pipe of port at birth, it was the done thing in Edwardian days apparently. His was a particularly good vintage he added. ‘So what did you do with it if you don’t like the taste?’ I asked. ‘I put it to auction where it did extremely well’ and then he smiled and added ‘I then bought champagne and brandy with the profit, and drunk the bloody lot!’ I later discovered a pipe is the equivalent of 48 cases!

The Major liked to attend the Salmon & Trout Association annual meetings and for several years I drove him down to Stirling or Perth where the meetings were usually held. He preferred to go over the Cairn O’ Mount road where he could look at the hills of Fasque estate where he used to stalk. We stopped and tried to spy deer and he would regale me with stories such as the letter he received from the factor of Fasque one day suggesting his rent should increase. But he claimed he never received an invoice, this seemed to amuse him greatly.

Few who know Park will be aware there used to be a boat on the Keith pool. This was, I think, in the early 90s; there for a season or two at most it was moored immediately upstream of the bridge where a locked wooden shelter had been built. This construction lasted until the first large spate and lay in ruins for another year until removed. The Major’s records showed no evidence of a boat on this pool previously, probably due to there being so much good fly water above. I’m unsure why the boat was installed at this stage although with the beat now fly only throughout the season it was clearly evident that in all but very high water most fish were simply out of reach. Always keen to try something new I tried it immediately, after phoning Sandy Milne at Knockando to get some last minute instructions on where to place the anchor rope while fishing. Or to be more precise, how to change the rope position enabling one to get back to dry land for there was no ghillie to help. I usually started not far below the bridge and with the boat positioned one third of the way across I was able to cover as far down as the measuring gauge. The boat was then hand-lined upstream, the anchor recovered and repositioned where I had left off. My chosen path now was more mid-stream, often floating right over the Keith stone, sometimes seen when the water is very low. I was able to cast to those lies at the tail where fish lay closer to the Lower Durris bank. Always fearful of objections for fishing what were probably seen as exclusively Durris fish I never dallied too long. The result of these nautical excursions? Precisely zero, not even a kelt and my lack of success always puzzled me.

Latterly, the Major fished mornings only which meant he had more time to wander from beat to beat and chat to each angler in the afternoons. Conversations ranged widely but seldom stayed away from fishing for too long. He was always interested in how other beats had fared and appeared quite satisfied when he found that they were seldom doing better than Park. Honour was done. During the last two years of his reign he fished from the boat only, this being held in place by the ghillie walking the boat down one or two selected pools. It was about this time that his wife died after which he lived on his own with a resident nurse who cooked and cared for him. I used to call in regularly on Friday evenings after dinner. I often took Archie and it was amusing to see how well they got on together, speaking about either fishing (naturally) or cricket. I was always offered a drink which I usually poured for the two of us from the little wine table hidden by an old wooden screen in the corner of the drawing room.

Roy and I, with DBF’s permission, used his boat once to fish the tail of the House and the top of the Cellar. The Major looked on in amusement as I handled the boat and Roy fished. I also persuaded the current ghillie to boat me down the Jetties and Red Well, my theory being that I could hang the fly over the fish lying out in the middle. Both these exercises resulted in nothing, the River Dee is obviously meant to be fished from the bank.

It was with great sadness when Major Foster passed away. He was 88 and had seen the best of it, and had certainly made the most of it also. The Park estate with Major Foster represented the end of an era that most probably will never be seen again. I considered it a great privilege to have known him and fished that great water. My own fishing at Park subsequently transferred to the south bank only which was let for several seasons to James Anderson who ran it on a syndicate basis. I fished each Monday with a few other old Park stalwarts and had some great sport until the Major’s son took the fishing back into his own hands.

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