Bloody hell; five years where did it go? I've certainly experienced the whole gamut of emotions as time passed by. Both of my parents have passed away, yet I have also been blessed by the arrival of three more grand-children. Angling has been a crazy mix of failure and success, although the highs far outweigh the lows. There has been the excruciatingly frustrating River Stour barbel project, the quest for my first "twenty" pound pike from Scotland but also catching the first English fish, over that mark, since 1990. A winter eel project proved to me that there are still plenty more challenges to be faced, limited only by my willingness to think outside the box. My sixtieth birthday, December 2015, was to provide the spark for my current challenge - the search for a split cane captured thirty pound carp. I've experienced many wondrous moments whilst using this gear and have engaged in many fabulous conversations, with complete strangers, as a result. Birds and moths have also played their part, although both interests are very hit and miss. I would think that the most unexpected bi-product of my blogging has been the associations I have made with cyber beings, who are kind enough to pass comment on my writing and those real people, who'm I've been lucky enough to meet whilst out and about, just doing my thing.
When I set out on this latest incarnation, in cyber space, the aim was to write stuff that reflected what I was doing, be that with rod and line, a pair of binoculars, the moth trap or my camera kit, without any conscious attempt at being controversial! For the most part, I feel that this has been achieved and I'm very happy with the way the blog has evolved - long may it continue?
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