A returning summer visitor slowly made his way down a small channel carried by the incoming tide, eager to see its size I must have shown myself as it quickly about-turned and speed off in the direction it came from. Its appearance complimented the summer like conditions and I was sure that there would be others to see as I set up two light carp rods for a chance of a Plaice.

It was only a quick visit so I was soon sitting behind the rods waiting expectantly for the plaice to move in on the increasing tide. I had managed to find a spot sheltered from the wind and it really was lovely to be out. A sprightly retired man his face already tanned from a life outdoors passed with a small dingy on a trailer. ‘Lovely day to be out,’ was his greeting as he weaved passed me before leaving his boat by my rods to take his trailer back. Quickly I grabbed my camera as he had left one of those shots, but for the second time in two trips my camera told me to change batteries, despite being fully charged last night. Grrrr.

With the skill of an old hand he was rowing out with a strength that seemed out of sync with his age and moored up against a beautiful teak sailing yacht.  Soon he was busying himself on deck and I imagined that he was getting ready for the first trip of the year.

The small mound of rag worm in the newspaper by my side slowly reduced in size as each new cast sent out a fresh scent trail, however not a movement came from my rods and my mind started to wander. The amount of wildlife  today was staggering, together they all appeared to be noisily appreciating the warm summer like conditions. In amongst it all two swans were starting their mating ritual which would have made for some excellent pictures.

The putt-putt sound of a diesel engine broke my almost sleep like trance, on looking up  the teak yacht was now puffing out smoke,  it crossed my mind how strange that this pollution seemed so right in these natural conditions. My bait supply was now finished and it was time to pack up. The summer visitor appeared to be alone but it won’t be long now before this year’s angling can start in earnest.

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…forever the optimist

December 31, 2010

Another year torn from the calendar of life. I once read somewhere that as our metabolism slows it feels that life and events will seem to move faster – how very true. Looking back on what was my worst ever year in sea fishing (a great time to start a fishing blog!) I still find I have many fond memories.

It’s a good job I don’t go fishing simply to catch but I also go to enjoy what nature has to offer. I have seen some amazing sunset’s and sunrise’s this year and a storm that simply took my breath away, even now I am so grateful that the camera was able to capture some of its aura. I wrote a few years back that sometimes its great  just to get away from it all and suggested that maybe it was an age thing, but it would have been nice  to have caught one bass!

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its just an age thing

My two children have also grown another year older and to my regret look unlikely to follow in the fishing footsteps. When they were both still young my dear wife told me many times not to take them,  just wait until they ask to go – but how could anyone not enjoy fishing?

I should have listened.

My plans for next year? Not sure at the moment, I may have a good go for the mullet, but that will depend on how the bass fishing starts. I definitely need to try out a few new spots and revisit some of my older haunts. I stuck too rigidly to my usual venues and paid the price for thinking that they would come good. I may even try to better my 2 lb roach from a local carp lake that I just know must hold even larger. And I keep meaning to have a proper season on the Avon…

That typifies the beauty of angling, I can’t think of another sport that has so many variables to keep an angler forever the optimist, you just never know what may take the worm on the end.

For those who have read some of my ramblings this season, thankyou.  May I wish you and your families a  Happy New Year.