down to the little ones. So my only spare time
was spent on a sunny afternoon with my Dad.
We arrived at an easy to access fishery. Not
either of our number one choices but with my
Dad not wanting to walk to far and needing
decent ground it's perfect.
On arrival after a quick chat to a few already
fishing, it seemed the going was hard, but my
Dads owed a few favours off the fishing Gods.
up and it wasn't long before we had some action.
In fact it turned well worth the extra effort. It's
my preferred option to throw the rod in the car
and get to some running water. I take the ability
to walk, climb, crawl and fall into some fishy spots
much to easy at times, and when a lot of these times
was spent doing so with the "owd fella" walking to the
car for his tackle is little to ask for someone who as given
me so much over the years.
So with these thoughts echoing around my head we got
down to catching some fish. First thing getting him
comfortable, not easy!! The riggers of years of hard
labour on the building sights of the North West leaving
time , the hook struck and his rod tip arched
into a beautiful Golden Orfe, I knew it was
worth it. For those minutes as the fish dove
and swirled he was a kid again no pain just
the joy of what fishing is. The smile on his face
was more than any reward I could ever receive.
We went on to catch nearly every cast just a Dad
and his little lad fishing again.