I love fishing, even when i hate it.
I get my first foot out of the car and it starts raining.
My float is being held up in the water by an invisble magical force that refuses to let it go under even though i'm convinced that there is a abundance of specimen sized fish swooning all around the hookbait.
When 1 leaf falls off a tree into a 5 acre pool and it always manages to attach itself to my Float.
When i get snagged up and i pull for a break, and my top 2 section slides out of my hand in slow motion and shoots straight in to the lake 10 metres out and i have to strip off and go swimming after it and it's February.
Why do i love fishing so much ?
I know that the next time i go something different will always happen.
I travelled 20 miles to a fishery, got all my kit set up and then realised i had left my bait in the Garage at home, devestated i started to pack up to return home, an angler a few pegs away, said, going already you've just got here, i told him what had happened, between him and his friends they all gave me some maggots and pellets and some sweetcorn, i was really really shocked and embaressed, i offered to pay them for the bait but they would have none of it. That's what makes fishing special, just when you think your luck is down and out, up pops a surprise, it might even be just 1 little fish.