I left it late to “discover” America. But when I did it became a part of my fishing, as much part as my scissors or fly box. I put a pin the map of America and decided to go to Washington State and fish for Sea Run Cutthroat trout, the prime American expat fish. That was several years ago and I’ve been back every year.  I was always torn between whether I should live by a river or the ocean, and have ended up with a home in Ireland on an estuary, and a heart, in the words of John Martyn, “rowing back down my river, chasing my tail to the sea.” Continue reading “AMERICAN TUNE”