tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post148679972202294928..comments2024-02-06T07:57:54.467+00:00Comments on underdogs bite upwards: Home again.Leg-ironhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04932361799889315359noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post-37442215218723827382010-09-14T13:08:49.547+01:002010-09-14T13:08:49.547+01:00"I had visions of the fish leaping far more a..."I had visions of the fish leaping far more at your discarded fag ends than your flies."<br /><br />What does Leg Iron pack in those trews?Williamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post-13151677403711853812010-09-14T00:51:07.974+01:002010-09-14T00:51:07.974+01:00We didn't go through Dundee. Our driver though...We didn't go through Dundee. Our driver thought it was a good idea to cut across from Kirriemuir junction to Dunkeld.<br /><br />The Romans definitely built no roads in that direction. What's there would have made a Roman clerk of works cry. There can't be more than a hundred yards of straight road in any one place. I saw more of the inside of my eyelids than anything else.<br /><br />Oh, and I never throw fag ends in the water. As you say, they compete with the flies for attention! And then the fish eat them and antismoking fishermen complain of fifth hand smoke...Leg-ironhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04932361799889315359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post-69750362666184557882010-09-13T23:54:54.793+01:002010-09-13T23:54:54.793+01:00Silly me. Of course men don't go fishing for ...Silly me. Of course men don't go fishing for fish. They go to turn themselves into crabbit old wifies for a while.<br /><br />Aye it wasn't good for you Saturday and it kept raining here (around 45 minutes drive away) until after lunchtime. I had visions of the fish leaping far more at your discarded fag ends than your flies.subrosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00151702590329788260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post-81722233078012463582010-09-13T22:57:15.028+01:002010-09-13T22:57:15.028+01:00The weather was certainly better on Sunday but the...The weather was certainly better on Sunday but there were Saturday hangovers to consider so casting was not as good as it might have been.<br /><br />Saturday morning we woke to a thunderstorm, which didn't bode well for that day.<br /><br />Besides, men don't go fishing to catch fish. We go fishing to drink and smoke and compete to see who can be the most vulgar while there's nobody around to tell us off for it.<br /><br />See, men aren't naturally civilised. It's a strain to keep up the facade so now and then we have to revert to type just to stay sane. Entire conversations consisting of nothing more than grunts, and other things best forgotten until we get back to the primal form again.<br /><br />If you try to keep men civilised for too long they go insane and turn into MPs.Leg-ironhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04932361799889315359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170981338945747646.post-62768722952191844592010-09-13T20:28:33.887+01:002010-09-13T20:28:33.887+01:00I know that place. Glad you picked it because it&...I know that place. Glad you picked it because it's rather good.<br /><br />Thought about you on Saturday as I met two fishers in town and they'd had a miserable day. You should have caught something on Sunday though, the weather was more or less perfect for it. Tut tut.<br /><br />Good to know you've had some Perthshire air. So much healthier than the Aberdeen air with all these helicopters and aircraft taking off so often, plus of course cars and buses polluting your lungs. Nothing like that where you were.subrosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00151702590329788260noreply@blogger.com