
Taking the fast cat mean't we would be able to fish in the afternoon and boy did it go
As soon as we arrivied in Ireland it all came flooding back to me and that old question why had i left it so long before returning the sheer beauty of the countryside traveling through was simply breath taking . Tony and Terry were old hands at this crossing and before long we had arrived in castleblayney and what a busy town it was. I'd spotted a couple of pubs on route and wasn't alone as Terry and Tony had already planned the evening . first it was time to take a look at muckno and have a fish . With the road running around the lough we soon had our gear set up . i fished a waggler and the others fished pole it didnt start off too well but it was about getting into the groove and getting the rigs right . with the weather being so good my top 5 rigs were soon slashed to top 4s extra shot added if needed and so on .

we fished for a few hours as it stayed light until around 8pm by this time i could see Terry licking his lips . Tony had already dipped his bread as he wanted to get the bait sorted instead of fishing . Thats the first Irish tale as rumours soon started he'd been seen legging it down the high street to his favourite pub The Coachman
We soon followed after getting washed and changed

I've runout of time today so i'l carry on with part two later







