So a typical day just now is wake up and look out to see what kind of day it is and try and scope out if a couple of hours fishing is a possibility – this all depends on the weather, what fun family activities are planned, how the two kids slept and whether I can do without sleep enough and get away with not having a migraine – also I have got to think about the various rivers I fish and what the typical conditions might be in each of them. So far none of the magical ingredients have came together – however a wee birdie tells me they may come together soon. It bloody poured down yesterday and I reckoned the river would have risen – I am hoping it is going to be in a good fettle for this evening – we will see eh?
It has been cold and raining for the last three weeks – the temp has been hovering around the 10 degrees mark, sometimes getting up to 14 degrees during the day however never feels that good to get my gear together and hit the river. Hang on – that came across wrong, I do not mean I can hit the river any time I want, what I mean is occasionally I have a very small window of opportunity which I would have to pay for in blood, it is also a major gamble.
For all new Dad’s out there you should know the first 12 weeks are the worst – the baby lulls you into a false sense of security one night by sleeping the whole night and then the next stays up all night wanting to be rocked to sleep. The danger of just heading out in the evening for a few hours fishing (instead of going to bed at 8.30pm) is that you will then be knackered to complete your father duties – “you are only young once” my pal said to me last week as he headed out to the Clyde on his one trip out of the month away from his two kids. I wondered why I did not have kids in my twenties instead of my thirties. Saying that though, I do not think it was just youth that kept me up dancing for two days straight in my early twenties.
At least I get to catch up on some reading seeing as how I get to my bed early – next book on my list is the new John Gierach book “No Shortage of Good Days”
This is an affiliate link to Amazon by the way:
I am assuming what he means is there is no shortage of good “fishing” days?
Of course seeing as how I cannot turn on the light at night in case the baby explodes or something I quite fancy getting one of those fangled Kindle machines:
The pic is a link to Amazon:
Anyway, I had better get off and make some porridge to keep the old strength up – I am assuming you guys are hauling them in?
Ha, I just bought that book too. We can compare notes after I finish my book about Sotheby’s…
Means I don’t have to buy it – you can lend me yours! You fell into my trap!
Was out for a few hours last night, with my trout dry fly setup. When I got to the river and seen the colour of it I should have turned around and went home, but I thought sod it I’m here now!!! Needless to say it was hard going, and whilst I was chatting to a fellow angler about how pointless it was to be trout fishing a fish rose in front of me. A couple of casts later the fish was at hand!!
Not huge, but still a decent fish for the Kelvin
If you don’t try you will never catch
Stephen
ha, after keeping my other book for a year and not reading it, no chance, get your own copy!! I know your traps.
When I was there it was huge and brown – it would have dropped off a bit by the time you were there – well done on the trout though!
To be fair it was pretty shit as favourite books go!
Only kidding 😉