Gone Fishin – On The Fly

My father fly fishing Blessington Lake earlier this year

So from canal, to lake, Carp to Pike, in my younger years I’m pretty sure I covered everything coarse fishing could offer. Around the time I turned 12 my father decided myself and my brother should be introduced to the drug that is fly fishing. Funnily enough, though it rules my fishing life today, I was anything but keen at the beginning.
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Gone Fishin’ – Where It All Started


As long as I can remember, my father has had myself and my brother fishing. His father did the same for him and his brothers, I will do the same should I have children. It has its detractors, sure. Hurting fish, pointless past time, play golf. I’ve heard it all. All I can say is that I’m always conscious of the well being of fish, I rarely if ever keep what I catch and the prolificatiin of our fish population in Ireland is of paramount importance to me so that future generations may enjoy the same endorphin rush as I do.

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