Yesterday was my return to fishing, from an absent spell. The last time I had been fishing was in last June. The last time I had been had been a culmination in a months solid poor fishing, falling in the lake twice, my pole being ran over by someone with a kit barrow and finally, ending up in hospital over night with suspected hypothermia.
At the time, I decided to take a while out from my beloved sport, to see if a little time away from the bank would produce positive results on a return after a month or so.
Well....one month passed...no fishing....two months....three months....christmas....still no fishing.....
Then last friday, upon being ordered to clean out the garage, I spotted a dust covered shape in the corner of the garage...I went over and gave it a wipe, only to reveal my old Preston Innovations On-Box X2....
So i dusted it all down, tidied up the garage, then came back in and saw my old boot scraper by the door that was a iron trout. Then it clicked!!
All that evening I was thinking about returning to the sport and to once again grace the banks of the local waters, then sunday came...and i decided to do it...go fishing once again (was helped by my mum saying to me seconds after waking up "you said you were going to clean the car out?..")
So I got out all my gear packed up my car (was exited, this was the first time I had driven myself fishing!!) and headed off to the local lake. Within 15 minutes I remembered exactly why I had started fishing in the first place! And was appalled with myself that I had left the sport behind!
But to finish this story and preaching.....you will be pleased to know it was a shocking session! Poor weather and I only caught a little perch, but still I will be going back next week!