His favourite fishing spot.

The old man asked

what fly line are you using?

Another day he approached

what make is that rod?

The next time, what fly 

are you catching on?

Here I said take this fly,

his face lit up at the 

thought of all 

the trout he'd catch,

as I handed him a fly.

How did it go?

I asked when I next saw him.

OK he replied, but I didn't catch

as many as you do.

Early one morning he approached

and looked directly into my eyes.

You have the look of a murderer today

and then smiling, those trout better hide!

The following season he declared

I now know why you catch

so many trout!

You must have been a trout

in a previous life!

That's the only explanation.

You know where they are

at what depth they swim

what they are feeding on

you old trout he said, smiling.

During the next season 

he lamented that he'd 

made nine visits without a catch.

That his wife was suffering

from lack of trout.

Later that day as I handed him

two big trout

He said, unsmiling,

I think I'd better go to church.....

On the first day of the next season

Huw declared that he was 98 years old

and looking forward to his century.

I was unsmiling at his boast.

Later that season I heard 

that Huw had been found dead

in his favourite fishing spot.