Saturday was booked into my diary as the South Devon Fish In, organised by Eddie and Phil members from The Bass Anglers Sport Fishing Society. They organise a little get together each year down in a lovely bit of South Devon that happens to be around some of my favourite fishing grounds…
Last weekend was the Cornish Lure Festival, a weekend event of all things Lure fishing that takes part once a year over the 4th,5th and 6th of July.
There are so many Categories and so many top quality prizes to be won. Cornwall is a special place and it’s 422 miles of stunning coastline holds all sorts of features for a huge range of fish species! The species hunter’s at this years event clearly showed that nearly all of them can be caught on lures too!
It’s a funny thing, almost like being drunk but your clearly not just get that funny sort of lets be stupid kind of feel. I quite enjoy it actually but it’s clearly not a good thing. Only so long can I then last before the eye lids start to drop.
The other evening I just needed to ESCAPE… from the world, from crap, you know how it is…
I went to a favourite mark of mine I haven’t fished this year but knew I could get into my own little world without all the crap and any disturbances.
Unfortunately best unlaid plans and all I woke on Sunday morning with a hangover. Not what I had hoped for and I certainly didn’t plan it. The phone was ringing and after a dog walk with Nicola I sneaked out for a few hours fishing with Tim and Dean. The plan was just to see what the coast was looking like and possibly see if we could tempt a cheeky Wrasse or too.
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