Day 1 My alarm clock started blaring far too early the morning. I flapped around in the dark to hit snooze and went back to sleep. After this scene repeated four or five times I checked the time to see how long I had before my taxi arrived. “Shit!, 4:55!”. I was awake, out of bed and out the door…
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Mother Teresa and the spirit of fishing
I’m in the mood to ponder a side of fishing that doesn’t really rate a mention in a lot of media. This philosophical rant will look at what makes fishing so special. A lot of you will recall when you first picked up a rod and landed that first fish. Chances are it was tiny (and very unlucky) but at…
Traffic Jam at Sail City
I figured it’s time for a trip report. Much of my time of late has been focused on Barra but last weekend I took advantage of a promising weather forecast and hit the big blue to a far off mark called ‘Sail City’. This trip nearly didn’t happen because my usual fishing buddies were unavailable and I wasn’t keen on…
Unsuccessful trip to the Cotter
On Saturday Graham and I trekked out to the Cotter mid afternoon. It was an absolutely gorgeous Autumn day and perfect for a quick fish. While the trout failed to oblige, it was a wonderful afternoon on the water, despite wet wading in water that would make your testicles clamor to get back in your body if you happened to go that deep. In…