Archive for December, 2012

Well that’s that then. 2012 is entering its death vigil and we have the long dark of January to come. Before that of course there’s Christmas. I’m in the U.S. right now, in Michigan visting in-laws. Not too far away the Steelhead, the evocatively named migratory form of the Rainbow Trout, will be running the freezing rivers. I’ve left the rods at home, but I’ll be back.

I think I have to look back on 2012 as a successful year for fishing. It was the first time I’ve been able to make use of a season ticket, to fish regularly and on the same water. In my opinion I’ve improved no end.

There have been some highs and lows along the way. Blanking on the first day of the season was a difficult moment of doubt, losing a pretty and expensive reel at the end of season was a pain, but in between I caught some lovely trout.

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The Swincombe brownie from the receding flood was memorable, as was stalking the monster of the Cowsic on the high moor with a thunderstorm on the way. I’ve learnt a few things about night fishing on Dartmoor, about alternative casting (over the shoulder, catapult and jump roll), and about the importance of making the most of it while it lasts.

2013 has some big shoes to fill. I’m hoping it will be the year I catch my first Sea Trout. But that season is a long way off from here. January must be negotiated first, and February too, with the bleak frost bitten mornings and brooding gunmetal grey days. Things slow down a bit in winter, but there’s still fishing to be had and though cold the riverbank is still beautiful in its way. I’ll see you out there, in the future.

Until then, Merry Christmas and all that.

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