Post by beirn on Mar 3, 2007 15:41:08 GMT
many years ago my parents, both champion anglers, decided to introduce their youngest to fishing.
First they taught me to cast on a lake in Clonakilty, in the middle of a "big House" estate. The lake was stocked with pike. On my first cast a pike took the bait and went off like a powerboat on rocket fuel, almost taking me into the lake with it only Dad cut the line in time. I was about 8 years old, and a weedy 8 year old at that ;D
then we went fishing properly in Molls Gap in Kenmare CO Kerry. The auld fella baits a line for me and puts a float on it. Hands me a bucket of bait and leaves me to my own devices. Hours later I manage to catch a trout. I am estatic, "mammy mammy look" Mammy appears over a ridge smiles proudly and takes up my trout. She looks at it, makes a fish face and says " I'm sorry Mr Trouty...but I have to kill you" and bashes its head off a rock.
I am 8.
Mr Trout is dead, murdered by my own mammy!
It's a bloody wonder I ever went fishing again after that!
First they taught me to cast on a lake in Clonakilty, in the middle of a "big House" estate. The lake was stocked with pike. On my first cast a pike took the bait and went off like a powerboat on rocket fuel, almost taking me into the lake with it only Dad cut the line in time. I was about 8 years old, and a weedy 8 year old at that ;D
then we went fishing properly in Molls Gap in Kenmare CO Kerry. The auld fella baits a line for me and puts a float on it. Hands me a bucket of bait and leaves me to my own devices. Hours later I manage to catch a trout. I am estatic, "mammy mammy look" Mammy appears over a ridge smiles proudly and takes up my trout. She looks at it, makes a fish face and says " I'm sorry Mr Trouty...but I have to kill you" and bashes its head off a rock.
I am 8.
Mr Trout is dead, murdered by my own mammy!
It's a bloody wonder I ever went fishing again after that!
