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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Dwell in possibility. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Emily Dickinson I believe that saltwater fly-fishing places us deep in the coastal heart of the natural locations we discover whilst pursuing the fish. Catching the fish on the fly is often about these places, where and when, but its also about much more; its about… Read More
BASS GUIDING SERVICES
Guided Saltwater Fly Fishing - Bass & Seatrout
SALTWATER FLY WORKSHOPS
Learn to Saltwater Fly Fish for Bass & Seatrout
THE ARCHIVE 2003-2015 A Guide
Guided Bass Fishing a history - Jim Hendrick
Award Winning Service
Here is Dr. Mike Ryan speaking at a @trocaire event yesterday about the catastrophe we're walking into. I genuinely think this is the most important clip you'll ever see. pic.twitter.com/eKxBWEu7SM — Eoghan Rice (@rice_e) February 18, 2021
Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for. Thomas McGuane
This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar… Margaret Atwood
Nichol Dance : Who are you? Ollie Slatt : Who are you? Nichol Dance : Nichol Dance. I asked you first. Ollie Slatt : Oh, I’m Ollie Slatt. I mine for subversive coal in the Bull Mountains. Yeah, we have to blast through 20 feet of sandstone to reach the coal vein. We have two spoils banks and they have two striver arrangements. And I am damn proud of it! Nichol Dance : Why are you telling me this? Ollie Slatt : Because of… Read More
And some time make the time to drive out westInto County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,In September or October, when the windAnd the light are working off each otherSo that the ocean on one side is wildWith foam and glitter, and inland among stonesThe surface of a slate-grey lake is litBy the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,Their fully grown headstrong-looking headsTucked or cresting… Read More
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