“April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring”
Not in this fishers life at the moment – the cruelest month happens to be February as that is the one that happens to come before March. March of course signifying the start of the trout season on the 15th. At the moment it is around 12 degrees in Glasgow and somewhere in the UK it was 18 degrees. The news called 18 degrees spring weather however those are damn near summer temperatures. Of course if this keeps up then we will have a bumper spring with fit trout however never hope too much as we could be a foot deep in snow on opening day.
Last year as most of you are aware was a washout for my fishing due to a fire in my house. I am hoping this year should be better and in preparation I opened my fishing cupboard door to survey my gear – I could not see it due to the amount of toys that had been thrown in on top of and around my gear. My fishing store was now being used as a general shite cupboard. I spent some time moving stuff around and found two of my fishing cameras. Some nice pictures on them too from a late trip last year.
And another of Alex..
This was before a most enjoyable night out in Aberfeldy where I ended up paying £18 for two double whiskies – I am sure I was ripped off. We then proceeded to have a few more drams before retiring to our tent at around 2am. We knew it was this time as someone shouted at us to shut up as we were talking too loud. I then proceeded to spend the next day drifting in and out of consciousness next to the River Tay after retching behind a tree a few times.
“Look Daddy, a dead man!” I heard as a dog licked my face. It was not my proudest moment.
I was glad I found the camera!