Say it hushedly and with care - Spring may be knocking on the doors! I delivered my little boy to kindergarten this afternoon and in the flowerbeds along the road there were undoubtedly crocuses in bloom. Also, daffodils seem to be heaving their way into the February air as well as the bluebells at the end of my front garden. It's so exciting, at last after the dull vileness of winter after xmas, it appears as at last there is a motive to be chipper. And, bringing the moment that I go back to the canal and go angling may genuinely be here.
I have never been afraid to declare that I'm, and always have been, a fair-weather maggot drowner. And especially because I haven't been fishing in a very long time, having got the desire to start again there was no chance I was going to set out for a trial excursion when I'd have needed to wrap up like Ernest Shackleton and discourage myself forever. Also, I would not have wanted to spend much money on bait and tackle if I wasn't sure that I was going to make a decent fist of it first.
It'd make sense for me to go out to the waterside with a pal, go halves on bait and tackle and hopefully be able to use a guest ticket before I spend out on membership of the Birmingham Angling Association which is what is needed to be allowed to go fishing on the towpaths close to here, as well as the rod licence that I will require from the Department of Environment. The two of those will be the wrong side of 50 before anything else, so I need to be definite that I will still be able to enjoy it.
One thing I am going to enjoy is mooching around bait and tackle outlets. I love little, local, dedicated outlets who have the local expertise, who can guide intelligently from first hand knowledge and be the best source of news about angling in the locale regarding what is being caught and where.
So, if it is correct that Spring is nearly with us (and it is a marvellous sunny day today too) then I want to do what I have been promising myself for weeks, organise a trip with my mate, get to the fishing shop and go angling.
20110216
I have never been afraid to declare that I'm, and always have been, a fair-weather maggot drowner. And especially because I haven't been fishing in a very long time, having got the desire to start again there was no chance I was going to set out for a trial excursion when I'd have needed to wrap up like Ernest Shackleton and discourage myself forever. Also, I would not have wanted to spend much money on bait and tackle if I wasn't sure that I was going to make a decent fist of it first.
It'd make sense for me to go out to the waterside with a pal, go halves on bait and tackle and hopefully be able to use a guest ticket before I spend out on membership of the Birmingham Angling Association which is what is needed to be allowed to go fishing on the towpaths close to here, as well as the rod licence that I will require from the Department of Environment. The two of those will be the wrong side of 50 before anything else, so I need to be definite that I will still be able to enjoy it.
One thing I am going to enjoy is mooching around bait and tackle outlets. I love little, local, dedicated outlets who have the local expertise, who can guide intelligently from first hand knowledge and be the best source of news about angling in the locale regarding what is being caught and where.
So, if it is correct that Spring is nearly with us (and it is a marvellous sunny day today too) then I want to do what I have been promising myself for weeks, organise a trip with my mate, get to the fishing shop and go angling.
20110216
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