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Strawberries for Fish
He had bought the rod yesterday, very
expensive – luckily he got it for
half price in a sale. “It's light and easy
to hold in one hand. These bits here are more
extensions, I could get right across the
river with these. Boats don’t like them. Here’s my
bait – a new mixture, invented by me –
better than worms. And here’s my special fly.
See those yellow specks? That's sweetcorn.
The red is strawberry – usually works a treat,
they love it. I’m working the river bed
now but not a bite. Perhaps it’s the heat.
Still, only been here half an hour. Nothing –
’cept an eel, a little one – ’bout a pound
and a half. I put it back. I haven't caught anything
else. ’Course I had to cut the line, it’s wound
round here. That’s the trouble with an eel, you
can’t get the hook out. But these new style
hooks dissolve you know, in a day or two.
(They’re Japanese) They go after a while.”
We saw fish just now, under that bridge – see.
Why not try there?’ “Them? They’re a mystery.
No-one can catch those fish – not even me”
Not all fish like sweetcorn and strawberry.
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