7am until 11am
It's so nice to walk to and/or home from fishing. That's kinda why today, I fished Wydon in Hexham.
Arriving at 7am, I walked to the swim I love to fish in. There was someone already in it! In truth the lake was fairly busy ( great to see).
Realising I knew the guy in my swim, I chatted with him, George, and then tackled up in the swim next door.
George and I have talked about fishing together before but work and life schedules have never aligned, not sure this counts but will have to sort one day mate!
Short rod, hybrid feeder and I was soon fishing down my left, not one rod length away from the reeds. 20 minutes of nothing and I got the 13ft float rod out. I was still fishing close in, but the length helps! (Stop the sniggering).
The float buried and I was in. An angry tench (assumed, not seen) kept deep and low and messed me up around the left reeds, then out in front and then the right hand reeds. I got the rod down and tried to bully him. It resulted in a hook pull and a lost fish. I was raging!
Am not normally an angry chappie, except when driving, but this annoyed me. Soon, I was back to normal when the offspring arrived.
There is much more to life than a lost fish.
1. Sunday breakfast
2. Cute pic of the young offspring
3. My nephew sorting his fishing gear like I used to when I was young
4. A nice rudd, both Rupe and I caught a few
5. Early morning at the lake
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