The month of May belongs, although not without reservation, to the trout. It takes its name from the Maia, the Greek goddess of fertility, and what a fertile month it is for us anglers!
One old proverb tells us ‘There is more to fishing than catching fish’, and so there is. If only we can tear our eyes away from the river we could see that the world is green again, that the sky is blue, as blue as the eggs of the thrush, whose nest we found in the ivy-covered wall of that old tower house. The thrush sang while men toiled over that wall and sang while they crumbled into dust. Now their castle makes a fine home.
We would see, too, through clouds of mayfly, as far as the road, where a constant stream of traffic draws honest men to toil again, as surely as I would draw that fat trout to the bank – if only he would take my fly. He will not. I believe it to be a matter of chance and that sooner or later he will – must – pick it out from the multitude of real ones that float over his head….
Mayo News 13/05/2014 Read the article ‘Annual Mayfly spectacular takes flight‘
