Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
On hols this week. The lad (9 yrs) has been on about going fishing.
So, today I dug the old fly-fishing gear out the loft (unused for at least 10 years), got on t'internet and found some stocked ponds, made a few calls, went online and got a day licence for £3.50. After lunch we pootled off to Farmoor reservoir where we met the very helpful Mark who checked-out our kit, gave us advice and took £17 from me for our afternoons fishing with a 4 fish limit. Great service.
Well, it took a while to get everything sorted and give the lad some casting lessons. Later in the afternoon we took some advice from a local who was catching to change our tackle and fly choice... and hey-presto I hooked an absolute whopper... several minutes scrapping, the lad poised with the landing net, the blighter was leaping and spinning, making runs here there and everywhere, I thought I was turning him toward the net when he took off once again and I was too slow (or rusty) to let him take line... and it all went depressingly quiet
Real shame, was a big fish, would have been great for the lad to heve netted it and for us to have gone home to the girls with something for the Barbie.
C'est la vie. The lad enjoyed it, so hopefully we'll go again.
So, today I dug the old fly-fishing gear out the loft (unused for at least 10 years), got on t'internet and found some stocked ponds, made a few calls, went online and got a day licence for £3.50. After lunch we pootled off to Farmoor reservoir where we met the very helpful Mark who checked-out our kit, gave us advice and took £17 from me for our afternoons fishing with a 4 fish limit. Great service.
Well, it took a while to get everything sorted and give the lad some casting lessons. Later in the afternoon we took some advice from a local who was catching to change our tackle and fly choice... and hey-presto I hooked an absolute whopper... several minutes scrapping, the lad poised with the landing net, the blighter was leaping and spinning, making runs here there and everywhere, I thought I was turning him toward the net when he took off once again and I was too slow (or rusty) to let him take line... and it all went depressingly quiet
Real shame, was a big fish, would have been great for the lad to heve netted it and for us to have gone home to the girls with something for the Barbie.
C'est la vie. The lad enjoyed it, so hopefully we'll go again.
