Originally Posted by SASless
Land your helicopter out in the wilderness, throw the fishing line into a clear cold mountain stream,
Tried it on West Falkland, at the invitation from the Sqn Boss: he'd selected me, on a day off, to accompany him in a Scout to fish a stream supposedly noted for its fine fish.
Never caught a thing, having spent a day in the sun. Very quite on the trip back. Having a jar with the boys that evening he berated my for my lack of fishing skills.
"I thought you'd fished before?" he moaned.
"Yes I have," I replied, "but that was on a 300 tonne stern trawler out of Hull, before I joined up."