This great crested grebe regularly “hangs out” at the front of our boat. He’s told us his name is Gary and he owns a fishing tackle store a couple of fields away. He can often be spotted just out of range, sat studying Dave, who’s sat studying the tip of his fishing rod whilst pondering about the philosophy of life.
Considering the fact that the majority of fish Dave catches are little tiddlers (granted, with the odd exception). We both reckon Gary’s trying to work out lines of trajectory required to dive under and grab a fish off the hook. Not daft eh?
And he’s getting braver, today he came round to the lux con, obviously wondering where the expert fisherman was…
“Not playing? Right, that’s it then, I’m off…”
Humph…
