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A Fisherman’s friends

 

Over the years (too many years!) I have fished with a great many people. One or two have become lifelong friends, some, infrequent but valued acquaintances and smack in the middle are those who are too far away to fish with once a week but who are nevertheless important parts of my angling life.

A few years back, in these pages, I was bemoaning my stupidity at leaving my favourite (obsolete) rod propped against a tree by the side of the road for somebody else to pick up. A few weeks later I had an e-mail from a total stranger, Terry Mann, offering me a direct replacement. Pete and I went to meet him and from then on we fished with him regularly, if not as often as we would have wished.

His outlook on lure angling was a mirror for ours, but his ability was far greater. He would fish slowly and carefully, thoroughly and effectively and inevitably he caught just that bit more than we ever could.

No matter how hard the fishing, or how Pete and I may fail, Terry could always find a take and a fish from somewhere. He generously took us to his club water hotspots and while we would catch some perfectly average zander, he plucked one of 9-14 from God knows where. That is still the largest I have ever seen from a  perfectly ordinary midland's canal. A class act.

In life we are all doing our best and I believe that we would all choose to leave our mark on the world. Nobody notices quiet, private people and the sad fact is that 'just' being kind, considerate and generous count for little in the long term memory stakes. In all aspects of life their abilities are drowned, out of view, by the sheer volume of those with large voices and little talent. What cannot be denied, however, is what is written down, a tangible record for posterity that others may discover.

This is my effort to make a mark in the world for somebody who was a pleasure not just to fish with, but to know on a personal level as well.

R I P Terry Mann, Pete and I will miss you more, much more, than you would have expected

 

 

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