I feel mortified LG at such a scurrilous besmirchment upon my character However,I never hold a grudge good sir,and we have recently secured sole notcurnal fishing rights on a PRIME chalk-stream beat jumping with quality wild brownies and grayling of good-size,your more than welcome to fish the water as out guest LG,any time
I would never slate you LG,you were once my MEMPHIS(Mark )but the rod wasnt a prop mate,with my sensible head on,for once,your right,fly-fishing is actually calming,tranquil,and a theraputic way to fish
I have had a great season to be honest,we fished in Hants friday,got some fish and a roe-buck Let us know how you get on fishing the Wey,I am sure we will be back in Hants this weekend
You might have to order them from Harris-angling They work for chub,small jacks,brown trout etc,designed to be used with light lines and ultra-light gear
http://www.harrissportsmail.com/Categories...CategoryID=2181
It was dark and he was breathing heavily when he saw me in that wig,I thought it was sexually motivated but he had walked 10 yards towards me so he could have actually been out of breath,we was complaining about Haemorrhoids and other botty related ailments so maybe the rumours ARE true,and the drivers seat is indeed moulded to his arse
Its an honour if a rat takes food from you,I saw one old sadhu there feeding them from food placed between his lips,they were crawling all over him as he sat cross-legged
You become immune to the smell after a while oot's,as soon as you step off the plane in Delhi theres a certain aromatic pungency,if you took notice of it your olfactory system would overdose
The interior open-courtyard even has a mesh roof Malt,to stop BOP and Avian predators from snatching one of its inhabitants,its an eye-opener,rats feted like gods while people live in abject poverty beyond the walls If ever your in the area pop in
My first lurcher when I was a kid once tuned into something,walked him a thousand times through a a small valley known locally as "Dead-mans valley"legend ran that a drift-mine in the valley walls had collapsed killing several miners,took him through one night and he froze staring hard at the rock-face,hackles up and growling Tried to walk him past the spot and he refused Just kept growling and whining
I spent a week there Scottish,its in Bikaner,great place,you have to walk through the tunnels barefoot,the rats are scabrous,diseased to f**k but it was an experience