Well, yet again the rain gods frowned upon the last day of this course fishing season. Again, I spent the final days in Wessex. After a couple of days without rain, the river had fallen back into it’s banks and although still flowing quite fast, I ventured forth to give it a try.
What a fool! As I strode from the car in brilliant warm sunshine I wondered why no other anglers were to be seen? It was not long until I found out. I first setup with a float but the current was just too fast, so I re-tackled the rod with a feeder. As I was re-baiting the hook I heard what I thought was the wind really getting stronger through the trees. However, as I looked up I was met with quite literally a wall of white! sleet, and it was really heavy. This was accompanied by a couple of loud rumbles of thunder. It did not take long before I was soaked – no I had not brought a coat or umbrella as the weather was so nice at the start of the day. The only thing I caught today was the beginning of a bad cold.
The next day was spent at a pond, and although I was treated to the first real Blackbird song of the day (full verse and chorus) I did not catch a thing.
As my cold developed on final day of the course fishing season I just had to drive home, sneezing all the way.
Never mind, there is always June 16th to look forward to.