My first fish was caught in October 1959 on the Coventry Canal. I was four and a half years of age and as I sat on my wicker basket sandwiched in between my father and grandfather, my float started to bob. Almost simultaneously both my father and grandfather moved from their baskets and closer to me, then as the float went under they both cried strike! Having done this, and following further advice and support I landed a very small gudgeon – but to me it was everything.
It’s nice to think back the nostalgia and happy memories are irreplaceable. I still fish when I can, the same stretch of the Coventry Canal down by Bridge 13.
What wonderful days they were and still are. Tight lines and happy fishing!
