Wednesday a few us from the lottie had a an outing the Barton Marina [Click HERE for the website] to take on some marine adversaries. The chosen weapons were fly rods, a selection flies and a unhealthy helping of optimism.
We got to the pond about 18.30 and set up our rigs. Each one of us sure that the coming minutes would yield a sporting fish. In a very short time we discovered that we had generally lost the knack of casting long and straight or even short and straight. It took a few of us quite some time and a few flies to regain our casting prowess. As the evening progress we disperse around the lake, each one of us sure of our decision making process.
As the night envelope us we met back at the car. Each one of had tales of near misses and leaping Trout. Two of us landed catches. Both were Perch, one tiddler and one of one pound. At another time a one pound Perch would be worth of talking about but it was dismissed as unworthy of the tackle and effort put in that evening to say nothing of the cost.
One of us had the foresight be bring a couple of beers along. We stood in the deep twilight, slurping and a coolish beer discussing what could have been, the tactics that should have been employed, the reason we did not catch and what we would do next time. Thanks to Dave P for driving us out there and back.
Will there be a next time. It is hard to know.
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