The Long and Winding Road...
It seems visions of huge carp have haunted me since I was a wee kid, with the passion for fishing for them growing over the years - and to this very day still has a huge bearing on my daily thoughts. An obsession some may say --- and of course they may be correct - but what know they of the stirrings deep within the psyche, on seeing the bubble trail moving towards ones float in the pre-dawn 'half' light, or the tightness in the belly as that pair of huge orange lips gently suck the floating crust from the surface?