fished since four being dragged along canals the length and breadth of britain behind my dad sent down newsagents ,papershop for those in the know for polos and spearmint sat outside pubs on bridges pkt crisp/btl pop sneeking trout out of springs and brooks while my dad and twenty odd more pit men coughed and spluttered for five hours for a couple of gudgeon or perch , o happy days.couldnt do it now some pleb on trails bike will run over your rod and nick your pop, by the way was a bailiff on fishery for seven years doin matches and carp fishing, also done alot of sea fishing boats and shore ,god my memorys better than i thought .