WHEN I WAS LAST A-FISHING
... WHEN I WAS LAST A -FISHING. RECENTLY I heard an interesting story from a friend in Bath. Returning from a fishless day after roach, a well- known Bath angler met a youngster who had been fishing at Keynsham, where the River Chew runs into the Avon. Responding to an inquiry as to whether he had had any luck, the lad replied that he had caught one good one about six pounds Scarcely crediting ...