Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Fair weather fisherman.
I love fishing, I love being outside in quiet tranquillity, as close as I can get to nature. Due to exceptionally bad weather of late, I have done very little fishing. I’m an optimist by and large and I sense the weather is turning. Spring must be upon us soon and I will return to the water and tempt a fish or two onto my hook. I enjoy planning my trips the night before I set out. Rods, tackle and bait carefully prepared. I make a point of never checking my mail in the morning, most of it is junk mail or electricity bills or the like. One thing is imperative for peace and spiritual healing, never take a mobile phone on a fishing trip. I detest the bloody things at the best of times, they make creative thinking impossible in my opinion.
So, any day now I will be out on my favourite lake, full of hope and expectancy. Fishing can never be predicted, the same goes for the game of golf I played for close on fifty years. Win or catch or lose and fail is not overly important, it’s trying that counts and being there, holding in your mind, that special moment, when time stands still, and you are glad to be alive.