Words that strike a chord

Angling too, is about people.  Fishermen are heroes or villains.  There are no middling characters, for put a rod in a man’s hand and the mediocrity of his day-to-day life seems to melt away.  Every angler, alive or dead, deserves his chapter somewhere and his own tale to tell.

John Bailey – Reflections from the Water’s Edge


The best laid plans

The weekend.

  1. Load camper van
  2. Drive to Kentchurch
  3. Fish ’til late
  4. Beers at the Bridge
  5. Sleep over
  6. Fish early
  7. Back home in time for Sunday roast

Well that was how it was supposed to be.  I’d got number one done and was about to start on two…

Before you go; can you just get the suitcases out of the loft?

Sure!

Climb ladder.  Reach in.  Pull suitcase.  Twist.  BANG!  Back’s gone and so has my fishing.

Bugger.


Environment Agency announcement

Environment Agency announces 10 most improved rivers  such a shame there is no mention of the fantastic work being done by anglers and rivers trusts all over the country


She has to go

Sad news friends; the ultimate fishing wagon has to go. Veteran of numerous trips up north and regular visitor to the Monnow and her tributaries, she has given good service.

I need to make space for a bigger & newer van that I’ll be picking up tomorrow so; if you fancy getting your hands on my pride & joy, head over to a certain well known online auction site and make a bid!


Another Royal Wedding

But this time I’ll be about as far away from a decent trout river as it’s possible to get.


A pleasant way to spend an evening

Work has been particularly stressful of late but, last night, I managed to get away early to fish the Little River Avon.  I’ve not fished there this season, though I’ve done some work parties and helped Neil when he was guiding Justin so I wasn’t particularly shocked at how low & slow the water is.

The barley is now in so the surrounding fields wear their stubble fashionably long like a moody monochrome model in an aftershave ad – I remember fields like this when I was a kid; making bale houses, actually bale castles which we defended against the other kids by pulling up clumps of stubble, setting fire to them and lobbing it over the ramparts!  Hooligans! Well, we had to make our own entertainment in those days :-)

The whole area has a peaceful aire now that nature’s frantic urges of Spring and early Summer are over.  There is a sense of ease, of a pausing before the work of stocking up for the Winter begins in a few week’s time.  Fortunately this feeling is pervasive, enough for me to forget about clients and project managers, deadlines and databases.  If music can soothe the savage breast then a mid-summer’s evening can certainly calm a stressed-out techie.


When the balloon goes up…

You won’t catch a thing…

 


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