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Last night I had a dream....

Ian Hugo Arnott

Ian Hugo Arnott

Senior Member
We live in the High Weald and my local river is the Medway. For one reason or another I was unable to fish. It was the fishiest evening I can remember for a long time. It was warm and misty after the rain of the day. There was no wind. As it became dark I could almost see the barbel rolling and smell the weir, even tho' the river is five miles away.

How was your evening?


As ever


Hugo


 
Were you having a new lino fitted to the kitchen?
 
< Mod Edit - ditto>


Now Julian, as a layman I feel I have to lay down the law. Remember that barbel fishing is no laughing matter.

;)

:D


Hugo


 
Strange things dreams!

I have only ever dreamed about fishing once to my knowledge, and that was prior to my first ever day fly fishing for Bone Fish in the Caribbean, it was something I had read about when I was a youngster and never dreamed I would get to do!

I have often wondered why I dream of everything other than fishing, strange considering I often look out of the window and loose myself on the banks of The Ouse, Kennet and Ivel, when I am at the office?

Tight lines.
 
My fishing dreams always seem to end in disaster and me catching nothing.



Oh wait.......that's no dream!
 
I was fishing on the Rother trying out a new paste bait, and had 5 Barbel 2 of them doubles, real scrappers in a tight swim.

Then I fell off my chair and woke up.
 
From a more poetic, generous, gracious, less fractious, not Wot pellet?, time, this line (about the joys of June and the season ahead) from Patrick R. Chalmers in his 1932 Thames classic, At The Tail of The Weir:

"But best of all I love the Barbels because they roll like big brown and white cats upon the golden shallows and sing in the moonlight with the 'joie de vivre' of June. And because they are all Thames to me and wild rose time and the streams running down from the weir."


The above from memory, not lifted from my couple of copies of the book.
 
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