George Mason is an indie author, angler and artist.
He goes fishing as often as possible. If he isn't fishing, he is probably writing about it, and if he isn't writing he will be burning images into a piece of wood with his pyrography iron.
Rising from a warm bed in the depths of winter and milking cows is okay for my father, but not for me. Work should be easy, fun and done in the warm places. But what?
The answer came whilst watching the box. Fame and fortune beckoned; well how hard could it be to play darts.
I hung the board in the barn where I would perfect my skills in secret. Shaking with enthusiasm, I threw the first dart which ricochet off a beam and went straight in the bull's eye.
My dad wasn't pleased and made me pay the vet.