I’ve Had Plenty Of Openings To Go One With The Tackle Dangling I Loved In My Adolescence
January 19th, 2011My absence from the riverside in the years since I stopped appears so peculiar to me now. I used to love it so much, particularly since my other endevours tended to be at the extremely athletic end of the spectrum, playing as I did rugby, football and cricket for assorted school and village clubs. Having the opening to pick up my fishing tackle, jump on a bike and cycle for the 10 minutes to go to the local fishery and spend a few hours gently sat with a rod in my hand and looking at a float on the water was lovely.
When I left 6th form college, “by mutual consent” as the football slang has it, subsequent to the first year when it was clear that I’d mucked about too much in the 1st year to have any chance of getting any A levels at the end of the 2nd, would have been the ideal time to relax in spring and summer evenings with my instead of slaving over some economics homework.
And since I was working, in a department store coffee shop, I was earning and had more funds on the hip than I’d ever had previously and a day off during the week which would have been ideal to get out to the water and have a few hours if not a complete day fishing with the place almost to myself. Even better, because I was working in Guildford, visiting the fishing tackle shop should have been straightforward and I could have had lots of maggots to drown. This was unheard of before I left school because our village did not have a fishing tackle shop apart from a very small part of one shop had a limited range, and absolutely no live bait on offer, and to journey into Guildford and back having been to the fishing tackle shop to get some would have taken a long time and was not worthwhile.
In later years, I worked for a huge utility company in Staines which had it’s own fishing lake and still I never felt the urge to draw stumps for the day, get the fishing clothes on and spend an hour down there after work. Even sillier, less than 50 meters across the road was the Thames which has some marvellous angling that went entirely ignored by me, especially because by then I was making really good money and had the opportunity to get some really fabulous fishing in the fishing tackle bag.
Later on, again I was with for a company that had it’s office right on the canal-side, and very often on breaks a group of us would go and sit on the steps on a nice sunny day and watch people angling, and as an alternate week saw my shifts finishing at 4 o’clock, it would have been very simple to pick the fishing tackle out of the car and see off the day with a couple of hours angling. I may have enjoyed the job more too, thinking about it.
We know other priorities appear as you go through the years. After I left sixth form I discovered pubs in quite a major way. Women were never a challenge of course, I don’t ever recall any throwing themselves at me and begging me to ravish them, so that normally wouldn’t have been a hindrance to deciding on a days fishing, but it just seemed that at that moment I’d put the fishing tackle away and forgotten about it.
That’s different now though. I do have the need to return, I have had my fishing tackle out to check it over and see what needs to be changed, which is nearly all of it, and I’ve been checking places to go and what I need to do in order to have permission to fish there, so hopefully I can renew some of the enjoyment from my younger days.
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