Out on the marsh, early this morning, and I enjoyed a wonderful session which, although short on fishy action, was in superb winter sunshine with some very nice distractions. Two bites, the first landed, the second spitting the hooks at the net (might have been a double - so all the fun but no weight!) ensured I hadn't blanked which, as an angler, is a very important consideration. However, being out on the flatlands has so much more to offer than a bent fishing rod. The dawn was clear and rather chilly but, once the sun rose conditions changed from thick coat to fleece temperatures and I had to take off my sweater in order to push the barrow back to the van when I'd packed up! It was a really pleasant way to waste away a few hours, that's for sure.
|Better than blanking? A scamp "jack" pike which still retains the ability to leave its' mark if handled incorrectly!|
I promise that there'll be another post before midnight tomorrow - can't finish the year with a thirteen post month, superstitious twat that I am?