Issue 62 - Dapping’s not for Duffers
My turn with the baler,” shouted Jackie as he throttled down the boat engine. I poured my offerings over the side and passed the tin can sternward, averting my eyes as he too filled it with the results of a few drinks taken while plotting our
evening’s fishing. “Guinness is good for you, but not when you’re out on the loch,” he grinned.
We had just finished a long, languorous drift, engineless before the wind. Jackie, a farmer who ‘can’t resist a bit of fishing’, had pull-started the outboard, startling a stagger of swans as he gunned the boat round to cover another area far out into the choppy waters.
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