A look back over the first month of my 2013 river season which produced many double figure barbel.
I make no apology for taking the words from Nigel ‘Fennel’ Hudson for part of the title of this short Blog as ‘Fine Things’ to me is such a great description of those special and delightful things we gather in our lives.
My ‘Fine Things’ are indeed very special to me and in most cases these objects, belongings, inheritances and so on, are usually quite old items with a long story to tell. As I think about these ‘Fine Things’ I wonder if they always were ‘Fine Things’?
Were they considered ‘Fine Things’ when they were new, or did they become more so in later years?
Notes from my diary covering the first few days of a new river season.
With my Grenville season fast running out and deciding I was not going to be renewing my ticket I was desperate to get back over there after the events of the past couple of weeks which had been kind to me despite very few fish coming out. I knew they were turned on and tuned into the Magnum White. I just needed to get myself there and into a swim that gave me a good chance of putting a bait near a few fish.
I am not one for making new year resolutions but I guess deep down for a while now I have promised myself a little more time angling on my local patch and to try and not keep pestering the carp week in and week out. It is so easy to find yourself in a routine simply because it suits. For years now I have pointed my Land Rover bonnet south or west and driven for a couple of hours for most all of my angling and in doing so, I invariably pass so much incredible fishing along the way.