Fishing In The River Weaver...

A Memory of Hartford.

The scene of hours of fishing in the Weaver under the bridge..My uncle Pete gave me my first rod when I was about 8, it was a 2 part rod made of a tank aerial (I was told!), solid and heavy with no flexibility whatever, about 6ft long. Was told never to cast overhead, only underarm!!! Well what use was that , you could only cast out a little more than the length of the rod! So the overhead hurl technique was employed, but only once- the second parting flew out to the middle of the river, broke my nylon and was never seen again...... I tried to recover said missing parting by returning with my mate Dougie Booth and a magnet on a length of string but to no avail. Bread and milk for a fortnight!!!