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I have fished for as long as I can remember, certainly since the 1960s, when I used to wait for the incoming tide each day off the Barra lighthouse in Salvador, Brazil, with prawn baited hooks on a length of mono, or a baited crab net. These days I am to be found in the hills of Northern Wales with a fly rod and a small tin of scruffy flies trying to tempt a wild trout.
I have fly fished in Canada, Norway, Spain, Ireland and Scotland but am as happy on my local rain-fed stream in the driving wind and rain. I enjoy all fly fishing methods but find upstream wet-fly particularly satisfying. My fly-tying leaves much to be desired but my small Tummel and Clyde-style flies seem to work. A few years ago I fell into the trap and expense of collecting new gear, but have found this to be an encumbrance. My philosophy is "leave the gear behind and spend time on observation and melding in". 
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Sunday
Jul312011

The Pool behind Ch'i-an

DateSunday, July 31, 2011 at 9:31AM

Pond-chestnuts poke through floating chickweed on the green brocade pool:

A thousand summer orioles sing as they play among roses.

I watch the fine rain, alone all day,

While side by side the ducks and drakes bath in their crimson coats.

 

 By Tu Mu, (803-852)

Mandarin ducks, which never leave their mates, are symbols of harmonious marriage. 

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