I thought I would chuck this in, as I'm planning a longish session for this Saturday,well for me anyhow.Planning to get to a different river from where I've been Carp fishing,for around 15.00 on Saturday and fish to around 02.00 Sunday morning.I've not really done these long sessions for the last twelve years or so,owing to the dog we had.But now his no longer with us (three months yesterday) I thought I would make the most of the summer.
Now some people do not like night fishing ?They get jittery in the dark and don't feel comfortable with the night.I love it,only once did I get spooked and I'll come back to that later.I have a mate who I do not get to fish with,to much these days owing to him being self employed.Two things stick out.....
About 7/8 years ago we got to the river after work, on a Friday and were planning to fish until around 23.00.About 21.00 I took a stroll about 150 yards downstream to see if he were OK ?I saw the light before I got to him.He had one of those giant head torches like a Miners Lamp,going full beam.It was like Portland Bill had landed on the river.I just pissed myself to be honest,but he said "Monty I hate the dark did I not tell you ?"As It were a large swim I got my tackle down with him,and out went the light.Job done and after our chat I thought we had cured his "Night Terror".Non.
Two years ago in November,a nice mild Saturday we got to the river about 11.00 and were going to fish through to around 19.00.I was just listening to the football results coming through around 17.00,when he appeared behind me all packed up."No touches mate so I thought I would sit with you for the last couple of hours".I packed up though as It's not really fair on your mate,is it ?
Now my turn.Many years ago I was doing an over night session.Another guy who I was fishing with left the river around 23.00 as he had work in the morning.It was a warm July night,but around midnight the mist rolled in across the Fields.I could hear foxes killing rabbits and deer "Barking".These are just the sounds of the night.I pulled on my Bib and Brace as it was getting cold and damp.Poured a coffee and put my little radio on.The first station was discussing the merits of the Ouija board.I was in a trance watching the tip,then snapped too and quickly changed channels.The next station was discussing the Devil,I promise you this is all "Gospel".Well by now my mind went into melt down.I could hardly see 10 feet in front of me due to the mist.I got up,put my head torch on and jogged around the Field for a good 90 seconds singing"I'm forever blowing bubbles,pretty bubbles in the air,they fly so high,nearly reach the sky".You get the idea ?Christ knows what I must have looked like ?Anyway I sat back down,and thought "You dozy bastard fancy getting in a right two and eight like that"Since that night I've been fine.But like I said earlier I can understand it,if people don't like night fishing.The mind is a potent force.
Moving on a little.A couple of people have asked me why I do not write more expansively of my angling trips ?Simple reason is that others do it far,far better than I.Many blogs describe there bank side experiences,with real aplomb.Plus If we all did it the same way,would it not get boring ?That's not a criticism of anyone,I just tend to try and mix it up a little.Each to there own.
Lastly make the most of the fast fading summer.Before you know it,these conditions in the photo below,will be upon us.Though I for one much prefer the Autumn and Winter.
As ever It's just my view from Yat Rock.