Jeff, you shouldn't associate with that mrtrout --- he's awful, but I like him!!

I can't ever remember dreaming about fishing, except in my pipe dreams, when I smoked a pipe. Have spent many hours poring over maps of Scotland, Wales and Ireland; planning holidays with two old mates, both now dead, alas, and always looking for the day when we would all hit the jackpot and find the trout on the lochs and loughs going wild, and not being able to keep them off the fly. Did I enjoy my pipe dreams, of course!! The anticipation, as they say, is better than the participation ( Lying swine!! )
It was the company, 'The crack', that 'little lad again' feeling and sheer, never-say-die optimism that made it all worth while. Happy dreams, and watch those so-and-so floor boards. Terry C
PS Confession time. I suppose, a long time ago, I might have dreamed about being as good or better than my old mate, Ken, at fishing for sea trout or fishing the dry fly. He was a legend, locally. When I reached his standard, he was past his best -- he must have been!! Well, we are allowed to dream.
