THE year was 1935 and the venue Ballynahinch in Connemara. A gillie out with an American dentist, who had reached the last day of his holiday, desperately wanted to give his visitor a day to remember. The river was low and clear, the sun shone intensely, conditions, in short, could hardly have been worse. But the gillie knew one or two pools that would be bursting with fish…
Irish Times, 17/12/12. Read the article ‘You will hardly believe the tales from ‘Fishing’s Strangest Days’‘.
