I met up with James for the first time in a good while and together we surveyed the light trickle of water where a river used to be, and pointed out one small fish after another, not one of them more than seven or eight inches.  ‘Where are all the bigger ones?’ I wondered aloud. I knew they had been there before, for more than one had escaped from the end of my line over the past few weeks.  James beckoned eagerly. ‘I’ll show you where they are – but you won’t catch them, not until it rains a good bit.’
Mayo News, 06/08/14. Read the full article ‘Sting operation‘.