I have recently come across a couple of fishing related web sites that put this blog to shame. Witty, amusing, informative and thought provoking – set a little time aside to visit:
The Contemplative Angler which is the blog section of Over My Waders
Any blog with posts entitled ‘Shave the Whales’ and ‘You can lead a horticulture’ gets my vote.
Following my pointless moan on the previous post I decided to resurrect this article that I have started and abandoned several times.
Arizona ~ April 2007: Even though summer had not yet got into full swing it was dry and very, very hot. I was grateful for the cold water swirling around my legs as I waded further into the Lower Salt River trying to read this strange body of water, so unlike anything I had fished before. The parched valley runs west through the desert from Saguaro Lake towards Scottsdale and the river’s course is picked out from the surrounding desert browns in a vivid green line of Palo Verde and Mesquite trees, home to Red Winged Blackbirds and Black Chinned Hummingbirds.
Mid-Summers Day. The unwashed, unkempt teenagers are off to wallow in mud and mind altering chemicals at Glastonbury, Royal Ascot Ladies Day beckons the rich, the aristocratic and the merely pretentious, and Wimbledon is preparing to offer us a couple of weeks stultifyingly boring pseudo sport. Of course, it’s raining. Not just your summer-shower type rain either – this is the real stuff – long, hard and cold.
The ground is sodden and the rivers are running thick, high and brown; any thought of getting out with a rod have to be put back again and again. My fishing bag has been sorted and rearranged umpteen times, forum posts have been read and re-read and I’ve written a number of posts for the blog, only to discard them in utter frustration.
After the gluttony of the Mayfly season I should now be looking forward to more challenging fishing with tiny dries and finer tippets late into golden summer evenings. In stead I have to suffer domestic incarceration and the angst of not being able to get out to the river.
Almost 6 weeks since I last posted anything. I haven’t been lazy, there’s just been so much going on. Work, family holidays, family illnesses, the Monnow Social – ah yes, the Monnow Social…..