I've given myself a maximum of five hours to have one final session, out on the marsh, in the hope of another fish before "close season" takes effect. No decision to be made about swim, bait and rig choices. Friday's result ensuring I travel to the venue fully confident with my approach for this final, Sunday morning, effort. It would be simple to reload the van with kit that I used on Friday but, because I can, there are a pair of, split cane, 1959 B. James & Son, Dick Walker Mk IV's prepared and ready to go which will replace the Duncan Kay's. In keeping with the rods, my reels will be Mitchell 300's which are plenty quirky enough to ensure there's never a dull moment should a fish be hooked.
|9th March 1983 - my first "double" 11 lbs 4 oz|
I've come an awful long way since this image was taken but, still,
feel the same adrenaline rush whenever I draw fish over the net chord.
There will be an explanation of the thought processes I follow, along with my take on rig mechanics, bait preparation and presentation, once I've had my final visit (for this season!). Whilst I'm out there I'll do my best to get as many images as I can, which will help explain my ideas far better than anything I'm able to convey via the written word? What needs to be clear is the fact that my choice of rod and reel combinations have no influence on the terminal tackle employed, nor the fish caught, in these remote and intimate waters I target. I might appear to be a bit eccentric(?) yet, fish safety is paramount, in any angling situation that involves me casting a baited hook into the water. At this stage in my adventure it no longer matters "how big?", although I'd be lying if I said anything other than I'm a specimen hunter, but instead "how did I catch it?" Enjoyment of the moment now has to be first and foremost in my angling successes. Well "tally-ho!" I'm off to bed for an early (stupid o'clock) start in the morning. One final twist?