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Blowin' In The Wind

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How many gales must a man fish in
Before they call him a man?...

As I drove towards Blickling Hall Lake for the first time this year, I could see the tops of the trees being wrenched by the strong, gusty wind that had sprung up overnight. Of all the weather conditions, wind is the one most likely to make fishing difficult, and so it proved in a tricky day at one of my favourite venues. As I walked through the relative calm of the belt of trees from the car park to the lake it didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps it was going to be in the shelter of the surrounding woodland? No such luck; the first gust stopped me dead in my tracks like a Star Trek force field!

Micky was already there, in the second swim so I established myself in the first which I’ve never fished before, there’s always someone in it. I set up two method feeder rods and attempted to cast out. The first was about twenty yards off target, the second about thirty; it was going to be a tough day.

Nothing caught in the first two hours. The wind became stronger, in then gusts reaching 35 mph, so I set my float rod up! I’ll show ‘em.

I punched my loaded Peacock Flyer out three rod lengths and dipped the tip under water; the float emerged and proceeded to move surprisingly slowly considering the conditions. I was actually enjoying the challenge! Micky came over to watch (admire) my efforts. I was spraying sweetcorn as far as I could into the teeth of this gale (I had discovered that ‘StickyMag’ didn’t work on sweetcorn!). After ten minutes the float sailed away and, to our total amazement, I caught a 12oz skimmer.

Micky was heroically casting 70 yards, reasonably accurately, he’s good at that sort of thing, after about four hours he gets a mini run and strikes; he’s not sure whether he has anything on until the 4lb bream is almost under his rod tip! Still he’s not blanked.

I changed to a swimfeeder and a ‘Sidewinder’ and fished a blinder only to catch one more skimmer and one medium sized roach. Micky caught a couple more bream, one up to nearly six pounds.

A good mate of ours came to chat for an hour, he’d actually come to boast about his Wye barbel and his Tweed Salmon he’d caught in the last few weeks (He’s a lucky *******!). He couldn’t believe the strength of the wind.

It seemed impossible but the wind actually increased in strength and A Hard Rain was threatening to A’Fall. We packed up, tired but unexpectedly satisfied, at five o’clock.

How many gales must a man fish in
Before they call him a man?...

The answer is blowin’ in the wind
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