tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post3918030489895288099..comments2024-03-23T13:56:46.914+00:00Comments on North East Liberties: O'Cahan's RockMichael McNeillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11247145157454447816noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post-81250677589547464122016-09-15T22:25:14.784+01:002016-09-15T22:25:14.784+01:00Cheers Roy - so the old carrot trick is universal,...Cheers Roy - so the old carrot trick is universal, then? :) Cool.<br /><br />A bit late to responding to your comment. I hope by now the projects have been done (successfully!). Where there are houses and things there are always projects, I know. You just have to prioritise...and sometimes I find taking snaps gets the higher priority :)Michael McNeillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247145157454447816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post-82669205856223796222016-08-23T18:58:21.558+01:002016-08-23T18:58:21.558+01:00A nice story mate, and I kind of recognize the &qu...A nice story mate, and I kind of recognize the "carrot trick" from my days in the river as well... I used to fish every day during the summer holidays back then, and the river was full of brown trout. We still liked our carrots though, my cousin and I ;)<br />You might hope for a post from my side soon?! Well, I'm finally back home after some vacation, and will definitely put something together quite soon. Got a couple of projects outside the house though, and need to get them things done as well. Something will be seen quite soon anyway :)Roy Karlsvikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17805712465787215923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post-42607067800020111182016-08-12T10:29:50.955+01:002016-08-12T10:29:50.955+01:00Sounds like Uncle Jack was a decent bloke. I can&...Sounds like Uncle Jack was a decent bloke. I can't say that in the 1970s our family needed fish (or carrots) to survive, but in my grandfather's day he certainly ensured his family ate well. Fish in the season and then rabbit, duck, pigeon the rest of the year. As he got older and there was no longer a need, he gave up shooting. He kept at the fishing but by then the rivers were over-fished and catches were few and far between.Michael McNeillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247145157454447816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post-3203308840860625372016-08-12T10:29:44.059+01:002016-08-12T10:29:44.059+01:00Sounds like Uncle Jack was a decent bloke. I can&...Sounds like Uncle Jack was a decent bloke. I can't say that in the 1970s our family needed fish (or carrots) to survive, but in my grandfather's day he certainly ensured his family ate well. Fish in the season and then rabbit, duck, pigeon the rest of the year. As he got older and there was no longer a need, he gave up shooting. He kept at the fishing but by then the rivers were over-fished and catches were few and far between.Michael McNeillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247145157454447816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957150598868482631.post-39230390059390597272016-08-11T14:25:12.306+01:002016-08-11T14:25:12.306+01:00When I was a kid the poorer people used to fish ou...When I was a kid the poorer people used to fish out of the St. Joseph River in my hometown of South Bend, Indiana. People who had means wouldn't dream of fishing in there except for funsies, because the city dumped raw sewage into the river. My uncle Jack used to fish there and give what he caught to people who needed the food.Jim Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06941665968757241278noreply@blogger.com