Hooks And Lines….And The Creature From The Black Lagoon.

Hi Peeps,

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Once again I greet you at the dawn of yet another fine day.

This one is not the tropical extravaganza that yesterday was, but it is still beautiful in a much quieter way.

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The sky is a luminous silver and there is a fogginess to everything.

All of the edges are slightly blurred by it.

A bit like the result of a couple of quick drinks to start the party mood.

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My thoughts quickly turned to fishing because this sort of day would be a perfect one.

Not so nice that everyone else decides to take a walk down by the riverside, and not so sunny that you cast reflections and cannot see through the surface properly.

As I said….perfect!

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Do not be horrified by my cruelty in fishing, as I have never killed any of them yet.

Instead, regard it as my contribution to the forming of those legendary fish who live to be a vast age because no one can ever catch them.

When I catch them and then let them go, I am helping them to learn what things to be wary of when they are busy making a living.

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Nevertheless, a day of fishing is an all-in excellent way to spend time.

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One day in particular was particularly memorable for Big H and I.

We got up exceedingly early in order to have a few hours alone before the appearance of the bloody dog walkers, who throw stones and sticks into the river right beside you, causing the fish to flee and risking their dogs on the hooks.

As usual I was ready in seconds, while Big H typically had to take ages to prepare properly.

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The fog was quite thick that morning, so by the time that we arrived and got into position in the water, I could not see very far in front of me at all.

I knew that Big H was only about a short distance away along the river but I could see nothing except the very black water around the knees of my black, and very stylish, waders.

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That was it.

I am far too imaginative for my own comfort.

No way did I dare to move direction in case I wandered further into the river without realizing it.

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Then I suddenly remembered the old film ‘The Creature From The Black Lagoon’.

That was it.

I had visions of him swimming towards me under the water, then he would grab my legs with his webbed claws and drag me off under the water, and I would never be seen alive again.

Poor Big H would be suspected by the police, then eventually arrested and found guilty of murder.

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Oh my god, I just stood there, terrified, trying desperately to hold it all together, telling myself that if the fog lifted I would suddenly see Big H nearby.

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And eventually it did dissipate….and everything was OK once more!

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We did not actually catch any fish, but it was a grand day, and there are actually kingfishers down there too.

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It is Big H’s birthday soon so I think that something fishy will be very appropriate.

To be quite honest with you though, that is his usual Christmas and birthday gift.

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This is not laziness on my part though, because fishing is the one thing that he loves to do most in the world if he is given the chance to choose.

There will not be fishing today however, but there will be roast beef and Yorkshire puddings looming large.

Excellent stuff.

Jaksie. x

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