Coarse, Game and Sea fishing all available locally,

For their area the Mournes boast an exceptional number of streams, now spilling and splashing in exuberance down stony cascades, now winding with deep clear stillness across peaty mountain terraces, joining with each other and then with others, gathering the waters from neighbouring hillsides as they grow to river-hood.

Crystal water and crystal rock, together shaping landscape; the streams sparkling in eternal youth as the mountains grow smooth and sage. Few places in the mountains are far from the sounds of the waters splashing down their stony courses, drumming into deep pools or gurgling unseen through the tunnels they carve through the peat. The streams are guides too; follow them up their busy ways and they can reveal some of the most exquisite secret places of the mountains, magic moss-fringed pools in many-hued rock, silver cascades in purple heather, never to be seen by the walker on the path.

The busy streams fill some ten rivers that through the valleys they themselves helped shape, drain the mountains, coiling away, twisted shining ribbons. Some like the lovely Shimna or Spence’s River, have hardly bid the hills goodbye before they enter the sea, others ramble through miles of farmland, ducking under tracks and roadways, paying their respects to the fields and homesteads that greet them on their way. The longest, the River Bann, is born on the reedy slopes of Slieve Muck and takes their peat-filtered waters more than 100 miles to Ireland’s northern coast, but most of the rain that washes Mourne returns to the ocean within sight of the hillsides on which it fell.