Out for two duck’s and a frog.
The day dawned and the sunlight streaming through my window, awakened me to a most glorious morning. I had prepared all that would be necessary for my day’s fishing the night before. So, sitting in the warm sunshine I lingered a while in my back garden. Drinking my two cup’s of coffee and one cup of tea, It felt wonderful and pleasent just to sit quietly, listening to the sounds of the morning. It was indeed a warm and windless morning, perfect a thought for a day’s fishing at the reservoir.
Upon my arrival at the reservoir, it became perfectly obvious that things had changed. As I opened the car door a fresh cold air hit me in the face, clouds had descended and had darkened the morning sky. I had forgotten that the reservoir was high up on the North Yorkshire Moors, and that the weather there can change in a flash. After setting up, I was soon in the water and expecting my first catch of the day. This turned out to be a frog ! It had hopped onto my shoe. " was this a omen"
Soon I began to shiver, not violently but a shiver nonetheless. Because of the calm and warm conditions earlier, I had neglected to take with me some extra warm clothing for just this type of emergency.
(very bad mistake to make for a so called fisherman as I)
I began to shiver even more and still awaited my first bite of the day. I was obliged to ask (a little embarrassingly) two chaps that were fishing just a few meters to my left, If I could borrow a warm pullover or something like.
They were kind enough to offer me a scarf and a black zipped cardigan with a hood. Without the help of these two fellow fishermen, I would have been forced to return home 😦 At leased now the shiver had been reduced to a bearable quiver.
By the end of the day the two men I speak of caught 8 rainbow Trout, while two young boy’s with there farther who were to my right had caught 5. Myself still quivering in the now misty conditions, cough zero, yes, out for a duck.
Within a distance of some 50 Metres 13 fish had been caught, alas not one of them had been caught by me 😦
To make things worse, sometime after noon, my bite indicator had suddenly flew into the air. I grabbed my rod and struck hard, "yes"…"yes"…"yes" at last I though, I am not going home empty handed. I could feel the fishes energy traveling up through the line into my rod and into me. He fought hard with powerful tugging as he tried desperately to free himself from the hook.
I had him halfway in, when he suddenly flew a metre out of the water, performed about a dozen pirouettes and with a flash of his silvery belly, slipped the hook.
I dare not utter the expletives, that exploded from my lip’s at that moment. To say I was disappointed is a understatement, fish, 1. Kenny. 0.
As a consolation fate cast my way a real live Duck, yes I caught a Duck. He had become entangled in my line, but I soon had him free and back to the water.
I was not best pleased about this happening to the poor little Duck, but they are plucky little birds and he was soon swimming about as if nothing had happened.
My first catch of the day.
The two chaps that lent me the warm clothing are rewarded by their first catch of the day.
The is called Billy, lovely little dog full of fire.
The two boy’s also reel in their first catch of the day.
A Black headed gull passes by looking for scraps.
The lucky Duckling.
The unlucky fisherman. Look, that’s "another" one they have caught.
On my return home I was to learn that the weather there had been warm and sunny "all day long"
Oh well some days are diamond’s.
Well folk’s time for me to say bye bye for now.
I hope you have better luck through the week, than I experienced the day I scored two Duck’s and a Frog.
Forever the optimist I shall be returning to the reservoir soon I hope.