She Who Must be Obeyed
Lately I’ve been reading a blog from a fly fisherman in Glasgow, Scotland - Urban Flyfishing on the Kelvin.
I think what originally interested me is the fact that it is urban fishing - right in Glasgow. He can easily wade in for a couple of hours right after work, while every one else is fighting the evening rush hour traffic (assuming there is any rush hour to speak of in Glasgow).
I live very near just such an urban river (the James River in Virginia) - but have never fished it. Well, at least not this far downriver. When I fish the river, I always drive four hours to Mouth of the James and make a weekend of it - camping on the banks of the river, brewing morning coffee in the dark, wading in just at dawn, and hopefully having fresh fish for breakfast.
As good as that is… the idea of being able to be in the river within 15 minutes of walking out my front door is intriguing.
He talks about his fishing experiences on the Kelvin River, and includes plenty of photos, but what really makes it entertaining is his witty style. There are hilarious stories about his misfortunes with leaky waders, his experiences with local outfitters, fishing jokes, and even his relationship with his “significant other”.
Surely you can identify with this post where he explains his attempts to get a “kitchen pass” so he can go fishing.
