Where are the tout !!!!!

[hankaye]

Otter, Howdy;


EXCELLENT tail, I've copied and pasted it to a seperate file so that I can enjoy it
in it's entirity whenever I feel like it. Hope you don't mine.

My morning coffee won't be the same

hank

[William Anderson]

Norman, I'm really hoping this is just the beginning. You have done a remarkable job of taking us to this place and creating an episode that leaves us all wanting to be there now. Thanks for this.

W

TBC.

[willowhead]

DEFINATELY an EXCELLENT tale.......please keep 'em comming. But you may wanna check into copyright realities. i think when you post here, you are actually being published in some sorta way........hate to see someone try and do somethin' funny with your wonderful work, but stranger things have happened.
Ray, "not with a bang, but a wimper." T.S. Elliot.
OH, and as Bill was so kind to remind me.....it's not E.E. Cummings, it's e.e. cummings. If "Anyone Should" of remembered that.....it's me. my use of a small "i" and a small "m" all started with e.e. cummings. We're talkin' my sophmore year in high school '65/'66.

[Otter]

Thanks for all the kind comments, an average tale from an average writer but its about something we all love, so it seems that much better.

I suppose so much angling writing is about the "how to" , a wee story that allows the technical to merge reasonably seamlessly with the fantastical allows each reader to join in and consider whether or not the technical is something they could use or is plain silly.

As for publishing and copyright, get real , its published here, and here is its home, with the very people that inspired its beginnings - anyways , I would have to give William 3/4 of the royalties

William has had a great day, but as every angler knows nature has a habit of balancing the scales

Hank almost choked on the cold coffee, son of a Water Dog (otter), what the hell will I read to-morrow morning. I'm gonna PM William and find out when he is going fishing again. Maybe he will take a few pictures at Turners Cross.

Job done, hank eagerly awaited Williams reply.

Hi Hank, thanks for the PM.

I am actually going out for a full morning and evening session on tuesday. Would you care to join me ?

Will

Would I heck as hell what, whey hey, yippee, hank did a dance on the coffee table......


TBC some time soon

[hankaye]

Otter, Howdy;


OH boy ...... something to make the mornin coffee worthwhile ...........hmmmmmmm????

bout as close as I get to grovelin'

hank

[Ruard]

Thank you Otter. Sometimes your story reminds me of Mike and because he has removed himself from this forum, I understand it was his own decision, I have the feeling that you are taking over the estafette-pole. Thank you again!!

Greeting

[Otter]

Hank goes East

When Hank had calmed down he realised that there was no way he could get there by Tuesday, crestfallen he sent a PM to William and dumped a large whiskey into the coffee.

Not a problem, Gabby and the kids are away the following Monday and Tuesday and believe it or not Wednesday, that would give us three days on the river.
Let me know if you can make it.

William

Hank’s check list was easy
Tyres – Okay
Petrol Tank – Full
Coffee & whiskey Supplies – Good
Sat Nav - Online
Food for man and Dog –Check

http://maps.google.ie/maps?saddr=Mount+ ... mra=ls&z=5

Hank whistled, Come Rascal we are going fishing and we got us some driving to do. All aboard the Hankaye express. Rascal wagged his tail excitedly and jumped onto the passenger seat, peered out the windscreen and barked loudly. Hank inched out on to the main road and turning to Rascal he whispered, “We gotta do a little apologising before taking to the highway , southeast Rascal , you know the way. The RV rolled to a stop, Hank opened the door and let rascal out. Leaning out the window, Hank made peace with the San Pitch, “See ya later, don’t let anyone catch that 2lber till we come back”

Okay said Hank, “lets go Rascal”. Rascal wide eyed, stared at Hank with that , “ ain’t we going fishing look”
East rascal, we are going east on a fishing crusade, just you , me and this trusty RV. Hank had often dreamed of doing something like this and the thought of casting a fly at Turner’s cross was too cool to turn down.
Heading South towards the I-70 Hank decided to pass the time by doing some river spotting, when he reached sixteen , he turned to rascal and winked, “After this trip, we are going to catch a trout from all them rivers and many more as well”.

Hitting Colorado, Hank started to have second thoughts, there was a long road ahead but as much as he loved Rascal there was only so much conversation one can have with a dog. The answer was obvious, I wonder he thought, would he be interested. Dubbn’s answer was swift, “Sure will hank, already packing my kit. Rascal was a little put out when Hank stopped to pick up Dubbn on his way through Colorado, but when Dubbn threw him a doggie biscuit friendship was instant. Hank turned to Dubbn, best fishing story gets first cast at Turners cross. The two intrepid anglers laughed and as the miles passed so were the stories swapped. Rascal buried his head between his paws, he knew his friend was telling more than one or two white lies.

Their journey was not without incident and they did meet a few ladies on the way, but that’s another story and what happens on the road as they say, stays on the road. “Can’t wait to see the look on William’s face when two arrive instead of one”, said Dubbn, Hank laughed, “ three, when he sees three”. Sorry rascal, forgot about you said Dubbn , fondly rubbing rascals ears. No said Hank, “ Three, we are picking up Dougsden on the way”.
“Holy chit, William will have a heart attack, he has a whole heap of river sharing to do”, thought Dubbn.

Dougsden had enough rods, flies and equipment to fill a separate RV but somehow they managed to squeeze everything in, particularly as he had some very special whiskey that just needed to be drunk. The nearer their destination they got , the quieter they all became, each lost in their thoughts of their expectation’s of fishing Turners Cross. Sensing that they were all thinking the same thing, Hank made a bold move, “ Off course you guys don’t mind if I get first crack at the inside riffle”. Its yours Hank said Dubbn, “but you only get one cast then its my turn”.

“Then mine ", whispered Dougsden, and it will be my first July trout .

TBC

[kanutripr]

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Vicki

[willowhead]

Ditto

[William Anderson]

Norman, you're the coolest. I'm glad DUBBN is bringing along the libations, presuming you're talking about Irish whiskey, but I'm afraid he'll put the stuff aside when he gets a nose of the aged Kentucky Straight Bourbon I have for the trip. Have you ever sipped Blanton's while sitting out a pool to see what all the small rises are about?

w