Issue 56 - Fishing in Golfland
I packed the gear into the car and tootled through a heavenly morning towards the golf course, but not, I hasten to add, to play golf. Part of the fly fishing club's water runs slap bang between the greens and bunkers of the local golf club, and contains some very interesting pools and runs.
I parked the car near the road bridge just upstream from the golf course, shoved my feet into waders and walked through a bee-loud lane to the bottom end of the stretch. The idea being to work my way back upstream, leaving a short walk back to the car at the end of the session.
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