A fool at one end...

Some people say fishing is a relaxing hobby, and at times it really is. Sitting by a lake or the sea with nothing but your own thoughts can be a wonderful experience. There are other times, however, when it can become quite an effort. I wouldn't call it a chore, but it can certainly test your patience. Yesterday was one of those days. I walked to my mark in what appeared to be perfect conditions. The air pressure was dropping, the wind was blowing onshore stronger than expected, and although the sun was bright, it was due to disappear behind cloud later in the day, with even a chance of light rain. Everything suggested that bass should be out there, and I arrived full of hope and expectation. I started with my usual approach of freelining half mackerel close to the shore. The weed, however, was once again a real nuisance. I had to stand holding my short rod high to keep as much line as possible out of the waves and slow down the inevitable build-up of weed. Even then, I was only ge...