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“As we mosey along the riverbank, it becomes clear that we’re not alone…”

dsc_705511We’re being discreetly observed from a distance by an officer from North Connacht Fisheries. Given how late in the day we’ve arrived, Gearoid explains, coupled with our relative youth, the officer likely suspects that we haven’t a permit to fish here. He has no business with us though, until our line is in the water, so he hangs back like an apache in an old Western stalking us from atop a nearby ridge. Read the rest of this article here.

December 1st, 2009.

2 Responses to ““As we mosey along the riverbank, it becomes clear that we’re not alone…””

  1. golden graham Says:

    “One of those quintessentially Irish encounters…. He knows why he’s here. We know why he’s here… But damned if anyone will let on…”

    Well put, even from non-angler ‘s point of view!

  2. Eoin Says:

    First time I read your commment Graham, I thought you were suggesting non-anglers were inarticulate. But gotcha now and thank you for the compliment (I think!)

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