I was out last Saturday, but another blank ensued. All week promising myself that the lure gear will get a rest, but it's never thus. What it is that has so enthralled me most of this current season, to fish this way. Much more accomplished anglers than I, have said it can be a real ball breaker in the winter. That maybe try a canal or two, check out a few lakes and pits.
The summer and autumn I thought that i'd cracked it. Every one a coconut, crashed and burned so far this winter with just the odd fish. I'll be out for a morning session tomorrow, in truth today was penciled in, alas a mixture of various wines were consumed late into the night. Rendering me utterly useless this morning.
I'll keep trying though, because that jolt through the body when you get a hook up is totally addictive at present. Finding the fish has been hugely problematic, but tomorrow, well a hunch that I will drop on a few is niggling away at me. For one thing those Perch are not where they were in the past.
Over the last few years I've always added a carol at Christmas time and our house, well it would not be the same without Nat King Cole.
So as always, this is Monty Dalrymple, from high up on Yat Rock wishing you all a very Joyeux Noel. And let us hope the weather gods play nice, so we can get out a few times and burn off those excess calories.