When my mate at work had a stroke, it got me all panic’d about the meaning of life and worried I’m not spending enough time doing shit I love. And with a tiny trout I just caught on the Ribble in mind I decided to decide join a fishing club and try and do it properly.
I always thought fishing for wild brown trout was a rich man’s game, all top dollar chalkstream’s and Range Rovers. Turns out that’s bollacks, the North West has some prime trout fishing on proper northern freestone rivers. Just the ticket for a fella like me.
And so it begins on the Eden. I arrived on the beat early and was immediately blown away.
There was zero fish caught today but I’m writing this a couple of years later and let’s just say the Eden has provided some incredible moments ever since.
