Moving downstream about five miles from my previous sessions,arriving at first light I picked a swim with a far bank snag.After half an hour I moved,it just did not feel right.That gut instinct we all get,that makes you move was nagging in my ear.I walked about a mile back from whence I came.
Casting out I settled back,praying,hoping that I would not have to post up yet another blog entry that shows my angling prowess to be zero.The tip moved just a little,my heart was thumping it has been so long.Hand hovering over the rod,tip goes round and yes a fish is on.A spirited little Perch was in the net,phew thank god for that.I did not trouble to weigh it,guessing it may have just shaded two pounds or so.
Now the weather next week is getting very mild,Barbel anglers everywhere will be girding there loins.Forum chatter will reach a crescendo as the gods of Barbeldom you know where,post about the last chance for a Boris,Whisker,Bar of Gold etc,etc.But this scene may be played out,underwater on a river near you.Here lay Frank and Fred.
"Alright Fred,you heard the news?"
"No mate I have not,whats up?"
"Temperature rise next week me old son"
"Oh for Fooks sake,here we go again,that lot will be clomping down the bank,three ounce leads on our heads,fooking Garlic fooking Spam"
"Your not wrong,If I see one more lump of Garlic Spam this season,well I will turn into a Barbel bulimic"
"Look at Charlie Chub over their,pissing his self laughing"
"Oi Charlie you can get fooked,we aint having it,you are not getting this snag back!"
"Ready then Frank,stand firm old son,stand firm"
"Stand firm yourself Fred and take care"
Well Ying looks like he has made a new game,spin the Carp.How on earth mate,did you manage this?Superb and I doff my cap.
That's it for another week,enjoy the rest of the weekend and tight lines if your out on the bank.