213- Benscelina and the Fisherman

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You are lost in the trackless wild of the Irish moors. Your only companion are beautiful gypsy woman, and you know that somewhere in the dark behind you, searching every foot of ground for you, is the giant of a man called Charon, who plans to take your girl, and at the same time, take your life.

Listen now, as escape brings you John Dana's Torre Ben-Chalina and the Fisherman. It was a cold and gusty night that found me sitting over a whiskey in a pub in Balimaran, a lonely village situated on the bleak uplands of County Mayo in the west of Ireland.

I had come over from London for a fortnight of trout fishing which I had been told was excellent in these parts. As it was late and the pub deserted, I was questioning the proprietor one hack at Jay O'Cool about the lakes and streams nearby.

with a little man, all mustache and eyebrows, and a bowler hat pulled down over his ears, industriously polishing the glasses behind the couch. I am, who do I pronounce? We hear, oh, so you're here for the fish enough?

Yes, I've been told it's excellent here. Oh, that it is, that it is. Loosen all that making life deal. Well, where would you suggest I make a start? Well, now that's hard to say, hard to say.

You might try the Reels to kill Dennis. The Reels to kill? No, no, no, no. Think it over twice. You should be better off on the lock. Of course that. Yes, yes, yes. That'll be the best time sure for a stranger.