One of the things almost as bad as rugby is fishing. I have an in-law who fishes every weekend. He has invited me, on occasion, to take advantage of his spare rod and trek the ponds and waterways with him. Now I can see the attraction of sinking a good few beers while you’re waiting for your line to be pulled, it’s just that those good few beers could be supped doing better things.
My relation not only fishes, he watches all the angling programmes on Sky sports. He’s also been brainwashed into buying all the gear: hooks, lines, sinkers. Bully for him, I can’t even tell the difference between a bass and a treble.
The main objection I have is, at the end of the day, fishing is all about luck. And I told him this. Not so, he replied. Many factors have to be considered: stage of spawning season, water temperature, depth, vegetation, behaviour of the fish.
Behaviour of the fish!
What does that mean? If it’s a good fish it’ll bite whereas if it is an unruly fish it won’t. All his factors make him sound just like a golfer with all their considerations before they swing. (Golf, is also, almost as bad as rugby).
To make the odds more in your favour, surely, you can’t go wrong with a big net. And your trawling might bring unexpected results- An unopened can of beer that fell out of an unlucky fishermans holdall- A pair of discarded training shoes that might or might not fit you- A drawbar damper that is ideal for a Massey-Ferguson. All those Brucie bonuses and a good few fish as well.