BACK in the day, fishing magazines would include regular sprinklings of articles titled “I Remember the Day”, (D2R), with recounts of amazing fishing trips sent to fire our imaginations.
As a youngster, I’d soak up the words and drool over the images, reliving the moments as only a prepubescent fisher can. Living on the banks of an estuary, far too young to drive, meant that these were dreams of a bucket list way out of reach. High-speed spinning on