Sunday 29 January 2012

Derwent perch - the session that wasn't

Friday the 20th of January

With a busy week ahead I knew that I wasn't going to make it to Linch Hill and that the best that I could hope for was a short river session or two locally, the week went on with me seemingly making little headway into the pile of paperwork that had to be done and the hope dwindled to one session if I was lucky. By Thursday night I was getting somewhere and was on for some perching on Friday if the river behaved itself, rain came in late evening and into Friday morning but I had been keeping a close eye on the Environment Agency river level website and things were looking positive.

I got the van loaded shortly after 1pm and I was Derwent bound, I clearly remember asking myself if I had forgotten something as I pulled away from the house but no I didn't think so, I quite often go through a similiar exercise as I'm not the most organised person. On the journey the rain started to come down again quite heavily but I could cope with that just so long as the river wasn't up and my mind was distracted from that thought by the feeling that something wasn't quite right with the van, the steering felt a bit heavy. Pulling off into the parking area that thought was put out of my mind as I rushed out eager to get fishing, rucksack out of thevan and onto my back, net head screwed onto the handle and sling over my shoulder, chair picked.., chair, where's my chair? I instantly knew exactly where my chair was, in the dining room where I'd left it, oh bugger. I stood for a minute or so in the pouring rain reviewing my options and then decided to go for it anyway, I'd just have to sit on my rod quiver or something, I shut the back of the van and went to check that I'd left nothing on show on the front seats when my eyes were drawn to the front wheel and the distinct lack of air in it, in fact it was almost flat.

Well that was the straw that broke the camels back, with only a couple of hours fishing ahead of me, a long walk to the swims, pouring rain, no chair and the prospect of having to sort the tyre out I threw the towel in and retreated with tail firmly between legs.

2 comments:

  1. Oh dear! That sort of thing would have me pulling my hair out given how precious my fishing time is! Think I'm a bit OCD, but even I forget things. Disgorgers are my favourite!

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  2. Thats quite typical for me Ian, it has been much, much worse....

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