A bit like Elmer Fudd seeking “wabbits”, or those seeking the Daffy Duck – Purple Pumpernickel (Disney), seeking them here and seeking them there, its a constant battle where the satisfaction is not in the outcome but the quest itself
So why the piscatorial passtime?
For some its golf, and I have to admit I have had my forays chasing the dimpled white ball, ruining a perfectly good walk, which turns the name more to “FLOG” rather than the game steeped in the traditions of places like St Andrews or the Lakes, and at one stage had a handicap of 18, although I always suggested my handicap was actually picking up clubs.
For me its the fight with the fish that brings the greatest satisfaction
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