| It’s official; I am serious about fishing. Because this is the only sane explanation as to why I would be stood out on Borough Marsh (a particularly gorgeous part of the Twyford & District Fishing Club’s waters) when it’s utterly freezing and no one else is catching a dicky bird, let alone a fish.
I use fishing, same as many reading this, as an escape. Some of you may be getting away from the other half, relaxing from a stressful job or just want something to do with your days, but for me it’s also about spending time with, and learning lots from, my dad – oh, and catching bloody great chub like the one pictured as well! Feeling Chubby Fishing under willows, close to a bank, and where two bodies of water meet is always a risky business when it comes to casting, as the graveyard of tackle hanging off the tree fronds bears testament to, but I managed to not get tangled in the trees and only lost my rig once on an unknown, and seriously immoveable, underwater obstruction – not bad for someone who’s a clumsy oaf at the best of times. Cutting Some Slack I was flabbergasted when, initially, the fish went upstream against very fast-moving water and was even more astounded when it suddenly decided to use the rapid flow like some sort of adventure park water slide to whiz back past me, almost succeeding in making my line go slack. But after a bloody good 10-minute or so tussle it was landed, and what a beautiful fish it was, bluey-silver mail-like skin with red tipped fins, about 4lb or so and with a gob bigger than mine! It was a great day and made me realise something too, anyone who says they don’t understand fishing, don’t like it or think it’s boring they should get a decent sized chub on the end of their line and I’ll tell you what, they’d be hooked, just like me. |
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