Enjoyment not endurance

In keeping with tradition, on Dec 1st, the Christmas decs will be brought down from the loft so as to allow Bev the opportunity to select her items, of choice, for this year's festive season celebration. Me? I'd rather go Pike fishing but, as this is Bev's favourite time of the year, I willingly go along with it so to get it done and dusted as quickly as possible! However, this Sunday will also see me bring down a large plastic container in which is a huge number of very old Kodak slides, the images taken during those crazy angling adventures of the 1980's - early 90's. I need to do this in order to start the prep work on the presentation I will be doing for the PAC gang in January(?). I do have quite an extensive collection of old images already stored on a remote hard drive, yet they are not particularly good copies of the originals, thus I'm hoping that current technology will allow me to obtain superior results.

A Wilstone Res. dawn from around the mid-80's

Thanks to input from Nick, our R/O, and Andy (a senior member of the crew) I have come up with an idea for how I'd like this presentation to evolve. Without going into too much detail, I want to explore the angling journey from those mad times as a full-on "speccy hunter" to where I now find myself. There will certainly be a few tales of mischief and skulduggery included, as that was a fundamental part of the adventure during those earlier times. 

18th January 1988 - Wilstone Res.
22 lbs 2 oz of pure joy

My post title now sums up my feelings about what I require from the angling experience, as I fast approach seventy years on this planet. My time on the bank is precious, yet actually catching fish isn't the only reason I derive pleasure from the effort involved. An ability to allow so many other aspects to enhance the experience, be they obtained from the natural history, a simple joy of being outdoors or the completely random interaction with other folk encountered whilst sat behind the rods all adds up to produce a unique combination of factors which keep me enthused to continue my angling  adventure. It will only finish if enjoyment is removed from the experience, and I ain't expecting that to happen any time soon

If ever I cease being amazed by simply watching the dawn skies then I'll
know it's time to pack it in.