“GONE ARE THE DAYS”

It was on a recent trip, to a day ticket lake, whilst stood watching the flight of the many kingfishers that inhabit the surrounding trees that over hang the shallow margins, that it caught my eye.

This was a moment of utter clarity and one that stopped me in my tracks.

It was as a lead hooned out diagonally in to my swim from three swims down that I realised that the etiquette that once graced the banks of every lake and river is declining. Not everywhere, but I’d say a majority, especially day tickets.

The days where if you spotted someone fishing a shallow margin, you would creep as wide as possible past the swim, occasionally giving the “alright mate” nod as you tiptoed past, not howling at the top of your voice “CAUGHT ANYTHING MATE” as you peered into the waters edge.

The days where if you knew someone on your lake, be it a day ticket or syndicate, was prebaiting a swim, you would step aside and let them get to work. Nope, not so much anymore.

You can almost guarantee if you are spotted prebaiting, the crumb and particle from your mix will still be cascading through the upper layers, slowly sinking onto the perfectly cleared spot, that took you two days to find with a lead and marker float, before “CAUGHT ANYTHING MATE” is in the swim and about to reap the rewards for your hard work and effort.

A single toner, bobbin rattling and clutch absolutely melting, followed by the unnecessary strike into an already hooked fish. I mean, I get it, lift into your fish, but STRIKING???? It’s not needed………

Fast forward, the battle is done. A scale perfect absolute banger, that has fought to the very brink, is in the net. Size 6 micro barbed piercing the bottom lip, as your gift, gift from the depths, gift that you should be thanking and treating with the respect it deserves, is being hauled from the water still gasping and tired from the fight. I mean why would it need to recover before you flap around frantically on the bank, panicking with every flick of its wrist, struggling to remove your hook where you’ve struck into it as though your aim was to remove its lip????

“AFTER SPENDING MONTHS ON THE BANK AND BLANKING, STRUGGLING TO FIND THE RIGHT SPOTS AND TACTICS, HERE IT IS, MY NEW PB”

Before even attending to your prized catches wounds or applying fish care solutions, it’s social media, fish still gasping on the mat, covered in dehydration bubbles, you are stood waving your phone frantically around trying to get signal. “This one will deffo get some likes”

I get it, we are living within a social media orientated world, but without that picture perfect bar of gold that still lays gasping on your mat, there would be no likes, there would be no campaigns and there would be no moments of glory……………


THIS OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT APPLY TO EVERYONE, BUT WE HAVE ALL BEEN ON THE BANK AND SEEN EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN………………………………


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