So, you're 74 years of age now, you're auto-immune and are taking immuno-suppressant drugs and you're classed as "vulnerable".You've been very compliant and have been self-isolating for five solid months except for trips to the doctor and to the hospital.
Well cabin fever finally got to me on Friday 31st July. I thought that surely I could find a quiet pool somewhere and sit with the worm for a couple of hours.
I liked the fine tip of the Shakespeare Ugly Stik Lite so I got one of those. A Shimano baitrunner appealed to me and I duly purchased one. Some backing. And I loaded up with 135 metres of green, fine-diameter Power Braid for stealth. My, that stuff is thinner than thread. Some swivels, just large enough that they don't slip through the top eye of the rod.
Then I attached the braid to the swivel using the excellent Palomer knot. Then some no-nonsense Fulling Mill fluorocarbon line. Finally I put on a plain brown Kamasan bait hook and two worms.
I had driven into Lynch's and walked immediately left. I couldn't see past the first pool and so I threw out. there was a good flow in the water and the line quickly moved round. To be honest, I was so thrilled to be out I didn't care if I never caught.
But I put on one piece of split shot to slow the line and I cast into the middle of the pool. a couple of little taps and I struck. Yes, I was in. second cast.
I needn't have bothered with the strike, as the plump little grilse had swallowed the bait. So I had to dispatch it.
And I was in a quandary; conditions looked perfect but I had only one tag left. So I went home, pleased, to fight another day.
So back I went on Saturday night, !st August. i thought I was almost nimble getting over and down the bank. The first two casts, nothing. On the third and fourth cast I got a couple of taps bit I struck into emptiness.
I decided to move five yards upstream and "walk" the worm into the centre of the pool. A couple of taps and I struck into one again. Another fat little grilse but to my horror it too had devoured the bait.
And all my tags are gone. Seven casts and hardly half an hour's fishing. I was so looking forward to trying the early morning worm again, but now I can't. In case a salmon would swallow the hook again.
Two tags seems so miserly, but of course i wouldn't risk prosecution.
"Do you, Mr Inisisle, have anything to say before sentence of this court is passed upon you......"
But it's back to solitary confinement, all the same.
Absolutely delighted to hear you not only got out after a very long lockdown but got 2 fish as well and yes it's a terrible your season is now effectively over.
This is exactly why the tag system should be reviewed and changed from the idiotic proposal of 3 tags. The impact is being felt disproportionately by the young old and those too infirm to tramp up and down banks waving rods around thinking they're cool.
To think some cheered and were happily calling for the reduction and even no tags to be issued, even on this very thread. All that's been acheived is For people like Inis to have to sit in doors now to 20Th May again.
but that's a sour note that shouldn't taint your days out. Absolute top class and shows there's no substitute for experience ???