The bad one
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As someone who has been active all his life and fished most of it, in some of the most remote but beautiful locations the UK has to offer. I now find through aging and the rigours of that active life that getting to those places I love so much, is getting harder and harder.
No longer can I do the 2-3 mile walks with heavy tackle to some remote unfished swim down the river.
I guess what I'm saying is I feel the two are robbing me of what I once had and finding the coming to terms with it difficult.
So what I want to know from those who have been through such experiences, found coping mechanisms for this robbery.
Someone once wrote "that time is a thief!" I'd add to that aging is the biggest thief to a fisherman!
No longer can I do the 2-3 mile walks with heavy tackle to some remote unfished swim down the river.
I guess what I'm saying is I feel the two are robbing me of what I once had and finding the coming to terms with it difficult.
So what I want to know from those who have been through such experiences, found coping mechanisms for this robbery.
Someone once wrote "that time is a thief!" I'd add to that aging is the biggest thief to a fisherman!