With the advent of more false dawns and life blips, the editor’s glass is definitely still half empty this month...
Well, that’s another lacklustre month under my belt on the fishing front. As with many of the best laid plans, none materialised, and as I sit here typing this, I am wondering whether on earth I should actually bother booking myself in for these sessions at all, or whether it would just be for the best to fly by the seat of my pants and wing it in future.
Due to the nature of publishing these pieces, I am a month or so ahead of you lot (there’s a first time for everything), so even I still don’t actually know whether or not I will have made it to the mecca that is Cassien, by the time you are actually reading this. I certainly hope to have – and I’d like to think the group will have caught one, or more, too. But as is often the case, life has a way of throwing up a curve ball or two, not when you least expect it, but, when you least need it! So, for now, the jury’s out. More on that then, next month...
October and November have been particularly quiet for me on matters fishing-related. The odd trade show, the odd visitation to someone lucky enough to have the time to actually be by the water’s edge and just the odd fleeting opportunity to take a photo, something I’ve not had the chance to do much of since the springtime and something I really am missing, and dearly!
What I have had the chance to do, is roll copious amounts of fresh pop-ups with my erstwhile undercover business partner, Chris B – who’s knowledge, due in part to mingling with those of a similar ilk and some of the north’s finest minds to boot, as to what makes a particularly desirable single hookbait, is second to none. While I’m not at liberty to discuss company names and products within the parameters of this text, may I suggest you trawl social media until you stumble across a (UK) company peddling all manner of ultra-cult, rocking-horse’ flavours from the depths of time... You won’t be disappointed!
At the end of the month there is the Sandown show, which will also present to you the first opportunity to purchase our learned colleague’s latest book. This is the precursor for a few hectic months of running around like headless chickens for most everybody involved within the trade. For me, it heralds the opportunity to catch up with a few friendly faces that I don’t normally see from one year unto the next – assuming, that is, that I’m not partaking in 14 hours of (predominantly, and I use the word lightly) one-sided convo, based around the esteemed Al White Esq’s aforementioned decidedly left-wing, snowflake leanings, obviously.
From there, it’ll be the slow, tedious run into the Christmas party season. There is already a plethora of related produce sneaking into shops on the high street, so God only knows what it is going to be like when it is actually December...
Following on from there, will, no doubt, be the relentless onslaught from the keyboard warriors, as they grow increasingly sick and tired of the conjured and reinvented ways to dispose of the turkey leftovers, and set about picking holes in just about anything within their line of sight. I seem to recall having a little moan during my first editorial about all this. Whilst we haven’t come full circle just yet, April doesn’t seem so far away, and the gap between now and then has been passed in each of the five previous years with much speedscrolling and rolling of eyes as some poor sod/manufacturer cops it under the assumed wisdom of a select few, who despite having absolutely zero knowledge on their specialist subject, prattle on, to keep the ‘masses’ entertained as they have what is, I presume, their five minutes under the spotlight.
Maybe I’m mellowing with age, like a fine wine, or it could just be that I’m becoming increasingly boring, the fatter I get, but I just haven’t got the time for it any more. I don’t mind having the occasional bit of banter with someone on their choice of football team, their attire or the shape of their latest carp, but it would appear that there are now a number of ill-advised, ill-fitting and overly-annoying types around the fringes of carp fishing that have slipped in, under the radar. With a huge helping hand of bullshit, they are now, more often than not, the catalyst for at least 50% of the animosity that becomes so prevalent at this time of year. How on earth they’ve even found themselves a soapbox to preach from, let alone an audience to target, will baffle me until such time as I choose to distance myself from this particular side of things. As a result, I implore more than a few of you to take a long, hard look at your ‘hangers on’ – there are some proper clowns amongst them!
Anyway, that’s another word count cracked, so I shan’t have to have a(nother) whinge of my own again until the New Year. In the meantime, may I take this opportunity to bid you all a very merry Christmas and best fishes for 2019! Be lucky.
ABOVE My chances with the camera have been increasingly limited this year. Here’s a late autumn sunrise, somewhere in deepest, darkest Essex
BELOW A fleeting moment with someone that does actually get to go fishing... and at least a night a week more than he’d have social media believe!
BELOW Lovely times in sunnier climes. Roll on the spring, is all I say!
LEFT Throughout the annals of time, has there ever been a more proven winter bait?