THIRTYARDS
Bass Fishing. At the pace of the saltwater flyfishing coast. Wexford, Ireland – est 2003.
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The truth about the world … is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent,…
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‘The strings were commonly sinew, which when dry shot arrows the fastest but could not be depended upon when wet. Some preferred horsehair, which shot slower but was reliable in all conditions, and still others preferred bear gut. The best feathers for fletching were turkey feathers, but owl or buzzard feathers were also fine. Hawk…
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..sometimes it happens that a marine biologist, wishing to study some related problem, will transfer a whole colony of the worms into the laboratory, there to establish them in an aquarium, where there are no tides. But twice each day Convoluta rises out of the sand on the bottom of the aquarium , into the…
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“Poets, like detectives, know the truth is laborious; it doesn’t occur by accident, rather it is chiseled and worked into being, the product of time and distance and graft. The poet must be open to the possibility that she has to go a long way before a word rises, or a sentence holds, or a…
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That bass as a species is in urgent need of conservation is accepted by all thinking saltwater sports fishermen. The problem is to convince those in a position to effect conservation measures to take the necessary measures, and what those measures should be. Too often the struggle for realistic conservation degenerates into an argument between…
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The key to any successful and sustainable tourism initiative is achieved through a clear sense of difference from other competing destinations or services. For me as a guide this was achieved by using a ‘wide and broad base of development and marketing’ of the local attributes and strengths of Wexford as a bass angling destination.…
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Darkness fell quickly and Jupiter appeared, low in the southwest. They walked back to the house beside the rising gibbous moon. Far out past the tidal flats, bait fish leaped for their lives. Thomas Harris – Hannibal Rising
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To her left, the sea spilled across the small slipway. There was a heart-stopping crack of thunder from the waves. A fall of rain blew in. She felt light-headed and afraid. She stepped into a hollow on the down-wind side of the rocks where the last of the flowering sea-thrift grew in small pink clumps.…
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploration Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time T.S. Eliot
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