freeline-98 - Flipbook - Page 210
LEE GRIFFIN
BILL
RICHARD
PHILLIPS
SKIDMORE
t h e walls were covered. I c o u l d n e arly re ci te a l l th e a rt i c l e s
o f f by heart , word for word… “A s th e c a r ro l le d ove r th e c a t tl e
g r id…” etc etc (only Redm i re b uf fs wo u ld u n d e rs t an d wh a t
t h at means).
So Chris, my old fishing p al , a nd I d e c i d ed i t wa s t i m e, n ow
I had transport , to venture f ur t h er af i el d to t r y an d c atc h a
b i g’un, and by that we mea n t a f i s h ove r t he u s u a l mi d - d o u b l es
we were catching from the l o c a l p o n d s . A s t h e t i m e g o t c l o s e r
to our planned trip, we we re t ry i ng to d ec i d e wh e re to g o .
I was looking at the cutti n g s o n my b ed ro o m wa l l , a n d o n e
s t uck out . It was a Jack Hi l to n a r ti c l e, a n d t h e h e a d l i n e re a d ,
“ Winter Carp Soon Learn T h e Tri c ks O f T h e Tra d e .” Th e ve n u e
was around 120 miles away, an d n o t o n ly t h at – J ac k h a d f i s h e d
t h ere only two years before i n 1 9 7 1 .
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