Eccles has given us another fine piece of writing in The afternoon after…. wherein his musings cover: menacing fish, fish coloration, the beetles (not The Fab Four), why an angler catches fish more easily in one section of river than another section of the same river located in fairly close proximity, and the joy of fly fishing – “To me it still feels like magic, as if I have picked the pocket of the stream with such care that only the caught trout notices something amiss, the stream still wandering through the crowd, unaware that what it once enveloped is now in my hand.”

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