I stopped fishing about 10 years ago, the bailiffing went aswell, I just seemed to loose interest, there is no other reason for it.
But as I was walking about the street or town, or anywhere I went, people always said hello Baz, how?s things? Young and old alike.
It was always in the forefront of my mind that these people and friends who always stopped me or called around my house for a chat, were fishing related friends.
My absence from fishing lasted a painfull two months, as I tried to reason with myself that no way was I going back into it.
One day I bumped into the secretary?s wife of my club, and she asked how I was doing. I told her, I might nip into the H.Q. to see some of the lads, and she said; it?s the camaraderie between members that you miss isn?t it?
And she was dead right (for once) I was back into it the next day. We have had many a screaming match between us at meetings since, it is our A.G.M. this week, and I will be giving them some more stick, and enjoying every minuet of it.
How can I give something up, that gives me so much enjoyment? It?s impossible, the fishing aint bad either.
On reflection I think it was the constant battling to get things done or altered to make a better fishing life for everybody.
as like some of us on here, I had a lot of expierience but could see the same old problems cropping up year after year.
How old do you have to be to quallify as an old fart? I think I'm one.