Unfortunately it wasn't my dad who taught me to fish, hunt, nest etc.. But his best friend, he was my best friend too, when he died nearly 4 years ago, we were all gutted... He never wanted much, money meant nothing to him.. He was a proper country boy, he'd pick me up from the youth club disco on a Friday night , Susie the lurcher in the back of the van, and we were gone, he'd have my old clothes with him, we'd lamp that night, them ferret or fish the next day, every 2 weeks we went out on a charter boat,
We'd walk miles to fish the canal, 3 or 4 in the morning to be there first light...