Here we go again, it seems I have been granted another Spring. As said before, I am a fair weather fisherman. Not for me ice forming on the carbon fibre rod and four layers of clothing. Give me the warm sun on my face, and the fragrance of spring wild flowers, ducklings following mum, across a flat calm lake or slowly meandering river. Angling is magic, and you can see the magic, or you can feel the magic, or it will never make sense. It makes sense to me. This to me is magic.
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