June 16th 1995

It was an honour to get a mention over on one of my favourite blogs this week, even if it was regarding my uncanny resemblance to Little Britain’s Andy Pipkin
No hat in this photo, instead I’m sporting the hairstyle of the early-to-mid 90’s – curtains. This was my first four pound chub, caught on June 16th 1995. Tight lines for the new season everyone!
Nice hairstyle... June 16th 1995
Nice hairstyle… June 16th 1995

The joy of June

The glorious 16th has arrived again and, as ever, the thought of that first, slightly clumsy cast into the clear, flowing water is driving me to distraction.

The glorious 16th has arrived again and as ever, the thought of that first slightly clumsy cast into the clear, flowing water is driving me to distraction.

My optimism is both blind and unchecked. This will be the year that I finally manage a double figure barbel; a seven pound chub; a huge river perch; a monster roach and a pike of staggering proportions. I can almost picture my carefully worked float, slowly meandering towards a deeper hole in the river, pausing, before sliding slowly yet purposefully beneath the water. And I can almost feel the cool, sharp late autumn air on my face as the pike float starts to move silently across a misty backwater that is home to a monster.

On June 16th anything seems possible. And long may it continue to do so.

There's a chub under that far-bank cover!