Reminiscence of a Fool... Part 10 (Lined up like match anglers)
Haven't done one of these for a while.
In quiet reverie. August 9, 2014
Sometimes you miss it, sometimes you even kid yourself you don’t need it anymore. But then you catch yourself wishing you had made that tide, and wishing you had made the effort. Well, tonight I made that effort, and let me tell you it was great to feel the breeze and the smell of the sea air after what feels like weeks of hot humid weather.
With my rod already made up I made my way past mackerel hunters lined up like match anglers along a canal. If they had keepnets they would all be empty. The spot I wanted was vacant, exactly 36 paces back from the dog leg. Before the winter storms, this particular area had a build up of shingle covering the snags that are always eager to devour any tackle that strays too close. So for now I have to be careful as it may be a while before I can cast into this area with confidence again.
Before turning to walk back my 36 steps, I notice the familiar appearance of someone sat down looking across the sea, I wasn’t positive enough to wave hello, but was sure it was someone who has really helped my fishing over the last few years. A quick 36 paces, bait up and I was fishing close-in with rod held in hand.
I was right and later we got talking, still without the confidence to accept the silence, but with that wonderful enthusiasm of a shared interest. In fact, at one point we could have been leaning across a fence with a ciggy and a cup of tea bemoaning our lack of success, before parting and wishing our paths to cross-again with bass laden tales.
Left alone in the dark now, with only a pair of anglers too far away for company, I was pleased I had made the tide. I leant back to listen to the gentle swell, smelling the sea air and feeling the night breeze on my face.
Sometimes, in quiet revery
when day is growing dim
the heart is singing silently
A sweet unwritten hymn
In quiet reverie. August 9, 2014
Sometimes you miss it, sometimes you even kid yourself you don’t need it anymore. But then you catch yourself wishing you had made that tide, and wishing you had made the effort. Well, tonight I made that effort, and let me tell you it was great to feel the breeze and the smell of the sea air after what feels like weeks of hot humid weather.
With my rod already made up I made my way past mackerel hunters lined up like match anglers along a canal. If they had keepnets they would all be empty. The spot I wanted was vacant, exactly 36 paces back from the dog leg. Before the winter storms, this particular area had a build up of shingle covering the snags that are always eager to devour any tackle that strays too close. So for now I have to be careful as it may be a while before I can cast into this area with confidence again.
Before turning to walk back my 36 steps, I notice the familiar appearance of someone sat down looking across the sea, I wasn’t positive enough to wave hello, but was sure it was someone who has really helped my fishing over the last few years. A quick 36 paces, bait up and I was fishing close-in with rod held in hand.
I was right and later we got talking, still without the confidence to accept the silence, but with that wonderful enthusiasm of a shared interest. In fact, at one point we could have been leaning across a fence with a ciggy and a cup of tea bemoaning our lack of success, before parting and wishing our paths to cross-again with bass laden tales.
Left alone in the dark now, with only a pair of anglers too far away for company, I was pleased I had made the tide. I leant back to listen to the gentle swell, smelling the sea air and feeling the night breeze on my face.
Sometimes, in quiet revery
when day is growing dim
the heart is singing silently
A sweet unwritten hymn
Very nice indeed.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed that!
Many thanks George
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