Going by what people have been searching for on my fancy blog stats some people are trying to work out why anglers says “Tight Lines” to each other. Here from my archives is what I have got to say on the matter:
I loathe the saying “tight lines”, I can remember when people started using […]
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Once the afternoon looked as if it was heating up some I got the boys into their warm coats and headed along to the Kelvin. I had heard stories of trout in some rivers still responding to olives even though it was snowing and wanted to see if I was being premature in dismissing the […]
Kelvin- Spring 2004
When I think about what once was
I think about what we have now
And I think about what we might have in the future
Welcome friends to another season on The Urban Fly Fisher!
This is now my tenth year writing this pish diary of musings and I must say I am not in any great hurry to end it. As long as i continue to make new friends and folk keep mailing me I will keep on writing. […]
Sadly due to the fact my four year old knew there was a soft play around the corner I did not get much of a chance to really enjoy the experience of the Glasgow Angling Centre Open Weekend.
My idea of fun and his are two totally different things. Paul Young […]
I had a damned busy time at work on Friday, dashing from one meeting to another with barely enough time to even have a think about a fish. However, half way through the day it happened, I found myself with a sudden spare 5 mins as I was driving past my wee gem of a […]
It is that time of year again – the finer points of urban river management will be discussed, the accounts will be scrutinized and suggestions made about how the association shall make more money for the urban rehab plan. People volunteering for roles and odd jobs…
It is the River Kelvin Angling Association […]
I encountered it in a Bed and Breakfast in Pitlochry – the look of pure absolute evil. Its eyes were attached to a head that had been wrenched off its shoulders and then had a hapless duck stuck between its jaws.
Stare of Death
I have never been freaked out by a stuffed animal […]