Opening day 2014. I went for my trout, alone. Other anglers had been there for hours, even since daybreak, sitting in the cold with wintery showers breaking the monotony of a mostly fishless day. I stopped at my favourite bay, only to find it occupied. One man had a trout, a long, eel-like fish with gaunt features and a blackish belly, scarcely thicker than the worm it had been caught on. There can be no advantage in killing such a poor specimen…
The Mayo News, 04/03/14. Read the full article ‘Angler and bird vie, but climate rules‘.
