We were down the Pub last night, and in the toilets above the urinal is a picture of some old time gents Tickling for Trout. Every time I see it, it reminds me of when my Dad taught me to tickle trout, and we spent many a happy day down Molly Quirk’s catching trout.
So it’s time to pass on my field craft knowledge to my sons. The first sunny day we get this summer, I shall frog march them down the Glen and get them wet, dirty and hopefully happy.
Whether they like it or not.
2 comments:
Despite your rantings, Trout-tickling with your kids can still get you put on the sex offenders register.
I've never tickled a trout, but I have spanked a monkey and drained a lizard.
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