Rupert is glad to finally see the back of winter and starts to look forward at the season ahead
Christ, that was a ‘quick’ month! I’m not sure quite what’s occurred recently but it only seems like last week that I was sat here, wondering where on earth to begin for my first editorial. Where does the time go? For whatever reasons, namely a distinct lack of fishing-mojo, some pretty gruesome weather conditions of late, plus a few others I’d rather not delve into in the public domain, I still seem to be somewhat in limbo for things to mull over and write about, but at least there finally seems to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
As I sit here, the past month has revealed a number of positives, the first of which is the fact that the days are starting to draw out. And fast! There has been a distinct lift in both day and nighttime temperatures, there are buds on the trees and the occasional flower on the ground if you look hard enough. So hopefully it won’t be too much longer before all of us fair weather sportsmen can put down our keyboards, dust off the fishing gear and go and try to catch one. Off the bottom. Which means they actually count, obviously.
Secondly, the start of many tickets on waters across the land, also signals the end of the show season and for that I am truly grateful. I’ve never really been one for queuing. Add to that, traipsing aimlessly around a hall, full of stuff I’ve already got, while keeping one eye out for clumsy people who are seemingly intent on scuffing my latest footwear at every turn and you’ve got a combination that really pushes my buttons. But I still go. Every time. And now I have an obligation to as well!
Lastly, and quite possibly most important of all, is the news that I have managed to find space on an incredibly full booking system at Abbey, for a few days towards the end of May. Although Shoulders is no more, Heron was always about so much more than that one, stand-out fish for me and I’m positively drooling at the thought of doing battle with some of its stock once more, at what should be a prime time of the year. Fingers crossed it will all unfold in spectacular fashion and give me something worthwhile to report in a later editorial. And even if it doesn’t go to plan, there is still genuinely nowhere else I’d rather be fishing given the choice.
Flitting back to the shows for a minute, it was very encouraging to see that every one of them was very well attended, regardless of the weather, which did try its worst on a couple of occasions. On a more serious note, it was truly heart-warming to receive so much praise and a positive vibe from all the guys I met between Brentwood and Farnborough, especially as I’d not even had an issue published until the day before the final show. So, thank you all!
The Northern Show in Manchester was a standout for me. It has improved and grown, year-on-year and is now quite a spectacle. Being
surrounded by hotels and the Trafford Centre, the location does lend itself to a particularly decent social too!
I’m really looking forward to my fishing this season. Due to having spent so much of the winter just loitering by the phone, on stand-by for catch photos on behalf of RK Leisure and the acceptance of this new role too, I’d lost a little enthusiasm and drive to get out and bag myself a (decent) fish or two. I certainly hadn’t had the time to really look at viable venues closer to home, let alone purchase tickets for any. Yet, after a brief well-meaning, clear-out of my rucksack a week or so ago, I’ve once again got the urge to go and catch next to bugger all, although I’ll be looking good doing it!
Everything has been scaled down to perfection. I have come into possession of a brand new brolly and a wondrous set of 10ft rods and suitably-small, although not minute, reels and I will actually be making an effort to find the fish this year – instead of settling on a nice spot out of the sun, wind and/ or rain and hoping for the best, although that does still seem to work occasionally.
I will probably wind up spending any spare mornings and afternoons at my disposal, making myself dizzy on the Boat Pool again; however, my eye has been taken by somewhere, much, much larger and if I could manage to winkle out just one of the old ’uns from this truly wonderful place, then I’d take that as a major coup, particularly as I’ll be doing it all from the bank.
That’s really about it from me, for now at least. By the time you are all reading this, the weather should be well on the up and all the nuisances should be full of the joys of spring. So, for a few short months at least, we can all focus on what’s important to us, instead of worrying about all sorts of unnecessary nonsense that continues to divide us all each winter.
Until next month, be lucky...
R.I.P - Phil M. 01.04.1969 - 11.03.2018
“We’re here for a good time, not a long time”
RIGHT A genuine highlight from Carpin’ On
LEFT Show season got me like...
LEFT Some things I’d rather un-see