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Saturday, March 3, 2012

The river....




From around the age of 8 the river Irvine was where I spent a lot of my time on my own throwing Mepps and flies( in hindsight) to the mostly elusive Brown Trout in the Hurlford and Kilmarnock stretches of my local river. The recent trip to the Tay while a completely different animal in terms of scale brought back a few memories of how therapeutic it can be. The repetition of casting and watching a lure swinging around in the current can be hypnotic and when things go your way it gets smashed wide open as the rod in your hand jolts in to life......

I think I'll try and get back up in March chasing the state of mind that got me hooked in the first place.

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