Mr Average Goes Large
I am an average angler, truly. That’s not to say I’m unhappy about it but life’s competing pressures never leave me the practice time I’d like. There have been victories but there’s been a monkey in my rucksack for thirty odd years and, in recent years, when I put the bag down he clearly snuck out, stuffed it full of bricks and escaped.
I’ve only ever caught two barbel in my life. Both from (whisper it) stillwaters. Before the ink on the arrest warrant dries, I should add both were completely accidental and taken whilst tench fishing. There you have it, my very own barbel Hoodoo Voodoo curse..and, on guitar, Jimi Hendrix.
The last few months of 2013 were a time of upheaval and loss for me and I vowed that 2014 would be better and this would be reflected in my fishing. I mentioned to my great friend Tim that I wanted 2014 to be better for both of us.
In early May of this year, Tim asked me if I’d like to go barbel fishing, under his tutelage. Is the Pope a Catho.never mind, it took about a quarter of a second to hear myself saying ‘yessssssss..’
