THIRTYARDS
Bass Fishing. At the pace of the saltwater flyfishing coast. Wexford, Ireland – est 2003.
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..the waves of the sea–beautiful, mysterious and insistent–drew me more and more to the path on the cliff whence I could watch them curl and break, and listen to their splash upon the sandy shore. I stood there on the afternoon of a calm day in early autumn at the time of low water of…
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Look: There’s a glimmer of light to the east. Now, heres why we’re out at this hour. During the night, fish of the size we’ve been catching glide drowsily along at a rate of something less than seven inches per second. They idle all night without eating. They become famished. A few minutes before dawn-just…
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The fig flames inward on the bough, and I, Deep where the great mullet, red, lounges in Black shadow of the shoal, have come. Where no light may Come, he, the great one, like flame, burns, and I Have met him, eye to eye, the lower jaw horn, Outthrust, arched down at the corners, merciless…
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