As my last post reports, I have recently returned from a trip to Cuba where, as well as fishing for tarpon and bonefish, I got back into the water, 50 years after my last SCUBA dive. It was some thrill.
Now, for my sins and mainly due to my friendship with Bob Church, who has been a familiar face in Northamptonshire newspapers and fishing publications for many years, I now know one or two local journalists myself. If Bob or I catches a big fish, Bob will often contact the local paper and send photographs, or sometimes he’ll ask me to send the photos directly. These guys are generally pretty happy to receive our stories and pictures so, although I wouldn’t describe myself as particularly ‘fame hungry’, I don’t mind heklping them out… and I must admit, I do still get a slight thrill from seeing my name in the paper. Silly, isn’t it?!
Anyway, to the absolute DELIGHT of some of my friends, the local Northamptonshire paper, The Chronicle and Echo, has given me a nickname – ‘Iron Mike’. This came about when I described a saltwater flyfishing trip to Christmas Island in the Pacific. On Christmas Island it’s quite common to wade the flats and to see smallish sharks up close. I’m 100% certain they’re not intent on attack, but nonetheless they’re there and it’s hard to avoid them. No matter how fearful you may be, if you want to fish, you have to put up with them and in most cases it’s not long before you become slightly nonchalant. When I told the Chronicle and Echo about this trip, they seemed particularly interested in the sharks. I didn’t think much about it until I read the article where, to my horror, the name ‘Iron Mike’ first appeared.
Well, lightning has struck twice. I sent some diving photos to the Chronicle last week and told them about my recent SCUBA dive. This is the result:
Embarrassing, isn’t it?