Father’s Day is here again and this year we did it in some style! My son was fortunate enough to get a clay pigeon shooting experience as a present at Christmas from his girlfriend and I was surprised but chuffed when he asked me to go along with him. I assumed he would take a mate.
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I will be keeping this post short and it is likely to be my last for a few weeks. This morning I had to get some of my finger joints injected, the old arthritis continues to do its nasty work and I won’t be able to hold a rod and line I don’t think, for the rest of the week and after, I am away on holidays for a week. I am also typing this one-handed- hence the brevity!
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Wasn’t there a song called, or with the line “when two become one”. If fished the heats of the Scottish Clubs last night and for me, three became two.
Read MoreIf you read yesterdays Blog Post – Moist, it can’t have escaped your attention I had my drone up in the gap between the last big shower and the final downpour.
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I had de-greased my tippet but it was evident to me in the mirror flat calm that even the smallest indication of line on the surface was putting the fish off, a trout rose right for my midge and at the last second refused. All I could tell was I could see about an inch of tippet on the water where it lead to the fly.
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