So it was at around 10pm on Christmas night when I got a text message from an enthusiastic fisher Charlie.
- Want to go fishing tomorrow?
– Why the hell not!
I had read something somewhere about going Pike fishing on Boxing Day being traditional so we decided to go to the local canal.
The theory behind this was that it was free and if it got too cold we could just do a bolt back to the house for a cup of tea.
Anyway, too cut a long story short we fulfilled two traditions, we went Pike fishing on Boxing Day and in grand traditional style we blanked. Hell, we even used big rattling plugs. I had asked Alex if he wanted to join us but he was up North spending time with his folks. Freezing cold, hungry, no fish, he would have loved it I said to myself as I thumped my freezing cold feet in an attempt to heat them up.
There was lots of â€œHa , would you rather be out here, battling the elements trying to catch Pike, or sitting in your house drinking mulled wine watching Crimbo tellyâ€
The packaging reads:
…run the lure between and over reeds, be prepared for explosive takes
By God, I was prepared!!
Secretly, we all wanted to be back in our beds.
Charlie had brought Scott his girlfriends brother who had only fished a couple of times before, asked if he would want to go again he said â€œdefinitely, ask me again in May will youâ€
Outwardly promising we would meet up again soon for another Pike session and inwardly vowing not to answer any more fishing text messages we parted freezing cold and wanting to die !
Still fancy Pike on the fly though!