We had done our last driving job and Dave said, ‘You can finish now and go fishing’.
He even dropped me off at home, so I had more time.
I told him that I would dedicate the first fish to him and that’s exactly what I did, which you can see in the video.
That’s the story behind the roach named Dave.
Although I only had an hour or so on the bank, it was very productive,
Although I live in Droitwich now, my grandmother used to live in the tower blocks (posh, I thought at the time) in Stetchford during the 70’s. I remember there being a fantastic little lake opposite. I spent many an hour catching minnows, or during dark evenings, watching the night anglers’ lights from my nan’s balcony. I often wonder whether it’s still fishable…
Great memories there, Jonathan.
What I find is that when so many of us look back over the years, it’s often the minnows, sticklebacks and such that we reminisce about.
Probably because we didn’t necessarily catch big fish anyway as children but I also think there are important lessons there.
The best memories aren’t always about bigger and best.
I definitely think there’s something there for a blog entry!