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My grandad took me fishing a lot when i was a kid. I had one of those childhoods where my dad was always too busy, and my grandad was my best buddy. We'd go freshwater fly fishing and I remember some great summers spent on his boat on the norfolk broads.
About the "strangest" place I ever fished was Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria. This was totally sureal. In Nigeria if something breaks, they don't fix it, they just leave it! So as you travel out of the harbour, you've got the rotting hulks of several ocean liners, literally left to rust. I'd take the little boat I had and just park up next to one of these boats and I used to snag my fair share of red snapper.
Also in Nigeria, I used to watch the nigerians use these huge nets. I've never been a good fisherman and, as a teen, I remember feeling a bit jealous at how successful they seemed with these nets. Well, my driver Michael took me to a little village. We got out and I was the only white face. About 200 little kids were surrounding me, touching my clothese, the women wanted to touch my straight nose. Anyway, I was told I would be safe because they considered redheads to be magical (I am also an only child but they couldnt have not this, or they would have been truly terrified LOL). Anyway, I had this net made. It was circular with lead weights around the edge. Next day we took it out and, fuck me, I dont know the names of all the fish but we cleaned up! Me and mike gave the catch to his family.
Good times. |rasta|
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