Early the next morning, still drying out from the night before (its good stuff that Yorkshire ale), Ron took me down to visit some of the local inhabitants and indeed to have a look at the infamous River Don, once home of the European Sturgeon of which a 200lb specimen stands as testimony, now preserved in Doncaster?s Natural History Museum. The first port of call was to visit Dave Parkes angling shop, Dave was on a match at the time, but his beautiful daughter Barbara Parkes treated us to a hot cup of Yorkshire coffee (I think it was love at first sight when Ron introduced me to Barbara, although the language barrier would have to be over come?) Dave?s shop is an absolute
gem in angling terms, a long established business, Dave caters for all forms of angling, game, course and sea with a good learning toward the specialist scene, well worth a visit, if only for a brew from his delightful daughter. Moving on, I took Ron for the time honoured Big Breakfast at the ever-reliable Mac Donald?s, surprisingly we found a Mc Donald?s in the centre of the town (is this a relative of Jim Macdonald?), thus proving that civilisation had indeed arrived in Yorkshire. By this time I was grasping some of the local lingo and did start to try my new found skills out on some of the local inhabitants. My first attempt at this was at a checkout at the downtown Tesco store, when I made inquiries as to the location of the lemsips? Ooer deer bak O snap shelvv (roughly translated)? Well, maybe I hadn?t quite mastered it?
We viewed the river Don as it glided gently through this picturesque little town, and to its credit, only one shopping trolley was in evidence, (a far cry from some of my local Manchester waters, eat your heart out the River Irwell). Climbing back into the car, we made our way even deeper in to darkest Yorkshire to view the potential of the lowland Yorkshire barbel. Once down on the river bank however, me old mate Ron was taken short, which he blamed on the MacDonald?s breakfast, so we had to make a post haste dash to the nearest pub. This pleasant hostelry was situated on the banks of the river, a charming little house, set amidst a delightful local authority estate, with many of the hamlets bearing the results of a damaged economy, with boarded windows and arsonised roofs. The local inhabitant were however unusually friendly for a company of giro-ites, and after sampling a few pints of their exquisite ales, we returned to Ron?s cottage for a journey over to Sheffield. I wanted to call at my old mates Eric Hodson, it had also been a few years since I?d seen Eric when I had the privilege of spending two weeks with him fishing for carp in Northern France. On the way over to Eric?s Ron showed me the Hollybush Hotel, an hotel famous for being the inaugural meeting place of the Northern Specimen Hunters Group, a Group which needs no introduction, although I will mention its significance in specialist angling.
The Northern Group was the predecessor of the National Association of Specimen Groups (NASG), now the National Association of Specialist Anglers (NASA) and soon to change again. Ron Clay founded the Northern Group and their first secretary was Eric Hodson in 1962. The Northern Group survived for a numbers of years and in 1965, through Eric Hodson, the NASG came into being.
Moving on again and leaving the historic Hollybush Hotel behind, we made our way over to Eric?s, called in a local house and sampled some of the North Derbyshire?s fine ales and generally caught up on old times. As darkness began to creep in we said our farewells to Eric, Lots of tears etc, and headed back to Ron?s humble abode. A fine meal was in order over at the local slapper house, the finest Yorkshire pudding money could buy, followed by buckets of Yorkshires lovely ales, and another dabble at the local talent.