Saturday, 3 September 2011

Fishing the Ribble


Morning mist lifts as on my arrival
The stillness of the water and the air conceals
a flurry of life beneath the surface
An expectant day for fishing

I take a low seat and unfurl
my rod and other essential parts
Keen to be in the water
nevertheless following my drill with precision

The sand martins swirl over the bank
in formation they look like living smoke
twisting as one, a welcome distraction as I assemble
I smile.

I wade into the flow
the strength beneath the still apparent
I take my position in open water
ten yards up from the swim

No signs of life
But eternal optimism and previous successes
tell me today will be a good day
I always set out that way, I mean why else would you go

Bait on hook
underarm toss
float flickers in the current
we are on, another smile

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