Flora and fauna is barren, the bird life talk in a hushed tone. The whole river seems to be enveloped in a strange kind of stillness, waiting for the warmth of spring to bring life anew. No chance of catching today, the cold has seeped into the land, the river is now low and wears that cobalt blue battle garb that dares you to offer up a challenge.
First cast and this little fellow came to the net, the next five hours passed by with me just day dreaming. Thinking why so few anglers now bother with river fishing. Is it right to use a pole to place a rig under a bush, as opposed to casting for your chosen quarry. Has angling gone so far from it's roots, that it really is catch at all costs now for so many. The joy and excitement of just being out has been surpassed with the need for gladiatorial applause from your so called peers. Or am I just getting old and out of touch. Fish chasing, swim hogging and general skulduggery that makes a mockery of a so called gentle pastime. Angling does appear now more of a contact sport for some than in the past, brutal and unforgiving.
I knew that today, catching a fish of any size would be an achievement. But my excitement was still strong on the train down. Perhaps a few anglers still look forward to getting out, switching off, as opposed to spending an inordinate amount of time "Liking "things on Face Prowler as opposed to the real thing. The stuff that comes into the Yat Phone in regards to FP spats is unreal, the same protagonist's only on a different platform and still spouting bollocks.
In work we get all the papers and these two snippets in yesterdays Times made me chuckle. Headline of the year, well it knocks the "Freddie Star Ate My Hamster " into a cocked hat in my eyes. I mean what on earth is this all about?
But this, well their are jobs and their are jobs. But this guy in short reconstructs broken cocks. My jaw hit the deck. Obviously my vocation in life has been missed. Perhaps Mr. Anderson should place an add on that well known Barbel website, you know the one. As the place is awash with dysfunctional pricks. Put your pitch forks down, its a piss take. You don't come on here to read about anything that will put more fish on the bank. Excuse the shaky pictures, it was early and the DT's were playing havoc with me.
Lastly, Frozen. All I hear is people moaning about this Disney film, in that it's constantly on. Adults and children bellowing out the main song. Let it go, let it goooooooooo.
Lightweights, this if your around my age will resonate. A word of caution, if you have an additive personality like me, this is a major ear worm. I found it on youtube and the theme tune has been going around my head constantly for weeks now. The yoots of today don't know what they are missing with this, readers I present the one, the only, the legend that showed Lassie up to be the one dimensional actress she was. The........"Littlest Hobo"
More drivel coming soon-no doubt.