I thought about fishing today...
It's windy, very windy
Even though the wind is lashing the trees and doing its best to whip up 6 foot waves on the hatch pool of our little river, I still found myself dreaming of cod. Big cod. I want a 20 almost more than I want a double figure turbot. Well, maybe not quite that much, but a lot anyway.
Dave says they're out there, on the sub, waiting. "Lots of them, and big," he said. And we have a trip booked for Monday. Only there's a force 7-8 South Westerly out there now, and it's going to blow all weekend, and then on Monday it'll settle down to a gentle 6 with a swell that might make even Colin in his RIB think twice.
On Tuesday, of course, the forecast says it'll die away to nothing, but Tuesday is too LATE. Too bloody late. I want those cod, and I want a 20. Please let's have a date the following week, Dave.
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