This guy fished for much of our stay in Plymouth. Here he is at six in the morning patiently casting for anything with gills.
To the left of the guy above, and out of the suns rays, this guy caught the same number of fish. Nada.
Musings
Memoirs Past and Present.
I was watching a fishing show today. It was on the channel MoJo. They were fly fishing for salmon in Canada. There is something so primal and instinctive about sticking a line in the water. I used to fish a lot when I was a kid. I miss it. I get the draw.
“I get the draw.” I’ve never heard it put that way before. Poetic, peaceful and in that context it makes sense.
I love to fish. Like birdwatching – it’s a great excuse to sit outside and do nothing.