I’ve finally got back to reading and scanning the essays (80 down, 13 or so to go!) and I was well rewarded today – what a cracker! Called ‘An Ancre Trout’ (written in 1928) it’s the cheery tale of a sunny Sunday on the Somme in June 1916.
Grandfather is roused from a snooze by his captain, Norman, as a fellow soldier – ‘Cossack’ – has sought him out for his fishing expertise. Cossack proposed a fishing trip as “… it seems a pity to miss a good chance of trying for a decent trout” – much to the interest of grandfather’s fellow subalterns (or ‘the Children’ as he calls them!). So off they jolly well trot, with a makeshift rod and line, for an afternoon’s sport.
After heroic struggles by both hunter and quarry, they landed a whopper.
How I wish I’d known my grandfather. How about that – going fishing while you’re under enemy fire. The hunter hunted.