04-03-2021, 01:47 PM
'74-'76. The closest I came to fishing was when we hiked up into mountains near Snowdon in North Wales, highest point in the British Isles. We came up to a beautiful little mountain lake with fish rising all over it.
Never have been able to stomach the idea of keeping live bait in my mouth but I think I've held waxworms between my lips for a few seconds (8-second rule?) a couple of times. By the way, how can you tell the difference between this year's and last year's deer droppings? This year's are saltier.
Never have been able to stomach the idea of keeping live bait in my mouth but I think I've held waxworms between my lips for a few seconds (8-second rule?) a couple of times. By the way, how can you tell the difference between this year's and last year's deer droppings? This year's are saltier.
The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.