She found the spot she knew so well and settled into her folding chair. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply. How wonderful the tinkle of the river, the noise of surrounding bird life – so much clearer today without the usual hum of background traffic. She thought back to the times she had spectated the
I love Colm Sand’s song “Going down to the well with Maggie”. It brings me back to my own childhood and the many adventures we had collecting water. Like Colm Sands we also had a Maggie Connolly who lived next door and we shared the well with the family. In those times everyone had a
From a young age, Finn mac Cumhaill knew that he was different to the other youths. And the other youths had always sensed a peculiar outlandishness in the young Finn. Because of this, they shunned him, mocked him, and excluded him from their activities. You see, Finn was different. He preferred nature to people. It’s
If Emy Lough in Emyvale County Monaghan could talk, many a historical story it would tell. One of these stories, below, is about Leo Mc Mahon and his family on the era of trout fishing on Emy Lough. As a young boy, in the late 1950’s, Leo Mc Mahon remembers the then Inlands Fishery Trust
English as tuppence. Changeless and brooding like an aging spinster, Drumreaske lake wore mystery like a tightly wound scarf in a cold winter’s blast. Nestled away between Monaghan’s Drumlin hills on the Scotstown road out of Monaghan town, sometimes known as Kane’s lake it was and, to an extent, is part of a small country
Back in the 1980s my brother lived in Michigan and loved to fish. He couldn’t come home because there was no Green Card but we loved to open the presents he sent. My sister got a quilted jumpsuit and I got a fishing rod and a few lures. One dark rainy night in March, while