Underwater above water

 

      It's Monday and I decide to go Pike fishing after an early lunch, a little rain is forecast but looking at the predictions it's not going to be an awfully heavy or lengthy downpour so we were away to the river after the Boss made me a bacon sandwich. There was a little rain in the air but not enough to activate the windscreen wipers. What would we do without optimism.

     By the time I parked up in the farmyard the rain had arrived and the wind was absolutely bitter cold, but it won't last long I told myself, the forecasters said so. The wind was now beginning to heap up the cut reeds on the opposite bank so we know it won't be long before they're in the river making life ever more difficult.

      An hour so into the session and the rain was steadily getting heavier. As an aside the super waterproof trousers were proving to be not very waterproof, they didn't even appear to be showerproof and an abandoned boat was steadily filling with water. Three hours later soaked and frozen to the core the farmer offered me a cup of steaming 'Trawlerman's Tea' next to the stove in the farm kitchen. It was worth the agony of previous three hours just for that warming treat.

      So, no pike and one bite I didn't even see, although the parallel lacerations on the bait looked more like the attentions of a Zander. With renewed optimism I'll be back at the end of the week when the latest storm has blown itself out. Well I hope it's blown out by then and hopefully I should have managed to dried out by Friday.