I remember many years ago one July in the early 1970's, on the river Tummel, just below the dam at Pitlochry, a young angler hooked into, what appeared to be a decent salmon on his spinning gear, in front of a rather large crowd of tourists, both on the same bank as he and up on the dam. It was putting up a mighty fight and flashes of the fish could be seen as it "fought" in the current of the swollen slightly coloured river. The crowd was getting very excited, when at last the "salmon" came into view in a shallow backwater. It was a plastic bucket with its **** burnt out by hot ashes from a coal fire, hooked perfectly on its handle. Needless to say the large crowd laughed and the young angler was deeply embarassed.
Bill
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