

I never much liked going fishing
You cannot read any more publications this month without being logged in.
To enjoy unlimited access and take full advantage of new features, log in or create an account by clicking below. It's free!
Log in
I never much liked going fishing
I never much liked going fishing
(traduction en français en bas de page)
I never much liked going fishing
That was always your thing
Not mine
Your sons', your friends', even my brother’s
But I was always different
It took you long years to understand
Though I seemed to have taken quite a liking
In staying quiet and staying still
I did not appreciate holding the rod
Nor that smelly herring in the tin
Nor was I ever keen
To bash a fish’s head
On a wooden boat
That was always your end of the coat
Not mine
I've no great salmon story to boast
Never gave a single thrust
In the Scottish summer rains
And boy did I hate these dull weekends
We would spend at the river cabin
When it was always all about fishing
And then a pint of Guinness at the inn
I still resent
These muddy welly boots
And the soaking overalls
The


You cannot read any more publications this month without being logged in.
To enjoy unlimited access and take full advantage of new features, log in or create an account by clicking below. It's free!
Log in