By Rory E. Glennie
“Orange is the colour, my son, if you want to get coppers and quillbacks; yellow for Chinas; chartreuse for blackies; a touch of red somewhere in there too, helps.” That was my remembrance of our chance meeting.
Funny, I can’t recall his name or his face even though we chatted for over an hour about my new-found passion; he the sensei, I the young grasshopper. I’m sure there was more salient information that I should have retained, but I didn’t. Just those four short passages. They became my Rockfish mantra.