We were in behind Saints island when it happened, drifting fast in a lively south-easterly with me on the oars. Anyone who fishes the Mask knows this is a great area for trout and on that day the fish were rising to a sporadic hatch of greendrakes. The wind wasn’t quite right, pushing the boatContinueContinue reading “Premature end to my season”
Fishy tales from the West of Ireland
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