As a self-confessed fishing enthusiast with a flexible lifestyle, I never thought I’d go the best part of a week without casting a line – but that’s exactly what happened last week. Ironically I was in a nation where I read in a tourist information brochure that no-one is ever more than 5KM from the ocean. You think I’d be frustrated wouldn’t you? However in reality, it was no problem and I wasn’t bothered at all.
The reason for my fishing-fast was that I was in the Faroe Islands for a Champions League game with The New Saints. Although no casting took place, nevertheless I had a great time and you can read about my adventures in the recently-launched TNS blog. Fishing and football, it is a very hard life sometimes, but someone has to live it.
Once back home, although I had a lot of catching up to do, nevertheless I was able to get out fishing. Spinning for perch was my preferred method and species as it fitted in perfectly with the time that I had before I finally got back on track properly. The opening session was to the Kinver Freeliners venue that I’ve been on recently just outside Bridgnorth. I caught several tiny perch, in line with what I’ve been banking from there previously, and one veritable monster of 4 ounces.
For session two I took a trip in the opposite direction, heading to one of the Black Country canals for a very short outing. Again I caught, and although bigger than the Bridgnorth outing, nevertheless still quite small fish. That doesn’t bother me though, the main thing about spinning for perch is that I really enjoy it and anything that I catch is just a bonus.
Session three saw me on a different venue, the familiar Staffs/Worcs Canal for another short outing, this time an evening one. I stayed with the Mepps Comet number three that I had been using in the other sessions and it didn’t let me down as I caught perch. With some decent chub topping I half-expected to get a real bend in my rod but it wasn’t to be on this occasion.
My fourth and final outing of the blog entry was back to the beginning in a way as it was the day of the Champions League second leg. I know footballers have their own pre-match routines, but for me, as a Champions League veteran commentator (insert smilie), it involved grabbing a short session on the local urban canal. Well, the back of the net was undisturbed and I was hoping that wasn’t an omen for later in the day.
Fortunately it wasn’t, and not only did The New Saints make it to the next round, but we did it in style. With a 4-1 victory on the night, it was an aggregate of 6-2 that took us forward. Next up we meet the Hungarian champions, Videoton, and with games coming thick and fast at the moment, the first leg is this coming Tuesday at Park Hall, followed by a trip to Europe the week after. In the meantime I’ll still be fishing and I’ll see you next Saturday, albeit in blog-form. (Published July 11 2015)