When I reached my own cottage, I parked the rig in the lay-by opposite and let myself in through the side gate, coming across the garden to the back door, which was always left unlocked.

NEWYORKER: The Cold Outside

On a nymph rig, I dredge up my biggest fish of the trip, a pretty two-foot-long cutbow, and call it a day.

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