Monday, 15 June 2020

The stroke of midnight

I don't have any idea, off the top of my head, how many June 15th rituals I've experienced during my angling journey? All I can say is that it still has a special significance in my own little world, although it means nothing to the current generation of fisher-folk. So tonight, whilst most of the visitors to this blog are tucked up in bed, I'll be awaiting the church clock to announce that magic moment when tradition decrees the start of a "new" season.


It's of absolutely no importance if I catch, or not. Just being there is what fires my imagination, rekindles enthusiasm and is, on hearing those distant chimes, like a starting pistol for the adventures ahead. Isaac Walton said "Study to be quiet" Dick Walker made comment that "There's more than luck to catching a big fish" Come midnight I'll raise a glass (well a can of San Miguel) and toast all those fellow anglers who've inspired me to chase my dreams. Bring it on and let's see where it leads?
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4 comments:

  1. chiddy15 June 2020 at 21:12

    Best of luck 🎣🎣🎣🎣

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  2. Derek Faulkner16 June 2020 at 08:29

    The Kent Wildfowlers that I speak to have the same special date that can't be missed. Come rain or shine they like to be out before dawn on the 1st September, start of the wildfowl shooting season. Strange these ritual dates that some of us have.

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    1. Dylan Wrathall16 June 2020 at 10:45

      I suppose it's whatever floats your boat? Grouse shooters have their "Glorious 12th" and horse racing crowds have Cheltenham, Goodwood and Aintree Festivals to celebrate each year. If you don't share the interest, utterly pointless dates on a calendar, however if it is your thing then something very special to look forward to? As you say, all rather strange how people's interests can play such a pivotal part in their lives?

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