Everywhere I fish I see anglers tucked up under their unbrellas looking comfortable, snug and dry.
Their tackle is under there, them, their seat, their bait, the whole problem.
So what the hell is wrong with me? For 25 years I have had this problem:
1)It starts to rain
2)I get my brolly out and put it up
3)The wind is in my face rendering the brolly useless.
4)I try to position it at the best angle I can for some protection.
5)In the best position, the centre pole would be right through my body and my chair.
5) I find the nearest position for the brolly where the centre pole is not in the way
6) I am squeezed under a tiny bit of the brolly and my jeans and feet are getting wet.
7) I go with it and try to stick the brolly in the ground.
8) The brolly either slides through the mud and pops back up again like a trowel or the ground is like a brick.
9) Either way, for maximum security I push in a bankstick and tie the cord to it.
10) I start to get used to it and relax.
11) A gust of wind picks it right up and pivots it on the bankstick putting me into a panic and scaring all the fish. Also making me the laughing stock of anybody who sees me.
12) I get it back and start to either hold it with my hand or put my foot on the centre pole's entry point to secure it.
13) I get a bite
14) I strike
15) I return to point 11.
Ad infinitum.
It does my head in!!!!!
Their tackle is under there, them, their seat, their bait, the whole problem.
So what the hell is wrong with me? For 25 years I have had this problem:
1)It starts to rain
2)I get my brolly out and put it up
3)The wind is in my face rendering the brolly useless.
4)I try to position it at the best angle I can for some protection.
5)In the best position, the centre pole would be right through my body and my chair.
5) I find the nearest position for the brolly where the centre pole is not in the way
6) I am squeezed under a tiny bit of the brolly and my jeans and feet are getting wet.
7) I go with it and try to stick the brolly in the ground.
8) The brolly either slides through the mud and pops back up again like a trowel or the ground is like a brick.
9) Either way, for maximum security I push in a bankstick and tie the cord to it.
10) I start to get used to it and relax.
11) A gust of wind picks it right up and pivots it on the bankstick putting me into a panic and scaring all the fish. Also making me the laughing stock of anybody who sees me.
12) I get it back and start to either hold it with my hand or put my foot on the centre pole's entry point to secure it.
13) I get a bite
14) I strike
15) I return to point 11.
Ad infinitum.
It does my head in!!!!!