I understand from colleagues and from my own peepers that the rivers in the area were fine a few days ago, but given the latest deluges that didn’t last long and they are now running in spate again. Now normally that would be good news or bad news depending upon your view, but to some (such as me) it doesn’t make much difference at the moment!
Normally I would be chomping at the bit and would love to be out there casting my line and waiting for that gentle sip of the surface fly or the nagging tug (pardon the expression) of the deep nymph as the monster fish snaffles it, but at the moment I’m not fussed – which makes me rather sad!
You see there’s been a few things running through my mind recently which I think that I should share with you – sort of cleansing of the soul if you like, or generally just nattering on if that’s your view, but nevertheless I feel obliged to pop them down on paper (paper??).
I’m coming very swiftly to the conclusion that from the end of British Summer Time all fishing should cease and desist (except for Salmon). That’s not because I think that the fish should be given a chance to have a rest (and make baby fishes), but mainly because the days simply don’t exist for me from that point on. I drive to work in the dark, and drive home in the dark, which rules out any thoughts of mid-week trips to the river, lake, reservoir, or anywhere else for that matter. Weekends are similarly constrained, particularly from the end of August when the football season kicks in, as I’m busy most Saturdays and Sundays with the teams that my son is involved in. Now you could say that’s my own fault for getting involved, but I reckon that time is far too short, and being the active and interested father is more important than fishing. – Some of you will be rolling in the aisles at this as most people think that in my life the first priority is fishing (after all I have missed my son’s, my daughter’s and my wife’s birthdays in the past due to fishing trips), but you see, time IS too short – so it matters.
So, that leads me to my second conclusion which is slowly dawning on me – fishing (particularly fly fishing – ‘cos that’s what I do) is a craft and sport for the retired gentleman or lady, as at that time of life work doesn’t get in the way. The fact that the clocks have altered doesn’t matter a jot as a retired life is clock-free (at least mine would be). My good friends know that if I was retired I would never be seen as I would be down the river almost every day, not necessarily fishing, but learning the river as only the retired seem to have the time to do. Some of the best fishermen are the ‘older gents’ who seem to always be at the best place at the best time casting the best line. To me that’s no coincidence as they have the time to really learn the crafts that make them great fly fishermen.
Many would argue that this is complete poppycock, but deep down you know that I’m right, and it’s only by accepting this that I can get through the winter months without going crazy with constant pangs to be fishing. As I sit here looking out of the window, the wind is howling, the rain is lashing down, it’s almost dark, the river is flooding and it’s only lunchtime!
So. That’s it. At my time of life, at this time of year, trips to the river are as rare as rocking horse poo. I’ve come to accept that now.
Of course one day I will retire . . . . . . . . . . .