Each and every time we go out on the bank we prepare ourselves to the max and try cover every angle from what spots to what bait and what rig. Once it is in the water there is an element of fate that we have no control over.
There is always the possibility that we might hit a big blank. Recently I have been proving this theory quite often. Granted we have been fishing a few notoriously hard venues, or the weather decided that I was not worthy, but the knock to your ego is a sobering one. I was even blanking at my normal haunt.
I started to doubt myself and what I knew and wondered if I should maybe hang up the waders. I had the best equipment supplied by Mr SNZ, who asked how I enjoyed my new kit. I couldn’t answer as I spent each session staring dejectedly at my rods begging the alarms to make a beep. Nothing, niks, nada….
And then out of nowhere after the 11th session of nothing, a blip. The little blip that sent my heart flying. Soon after the blip, my rods tore off. I did it! Yes! I landed my first fish after what felt like an eternity. A beautiful small that made the last few months seem irrelevant.
Sometimes I think the Carpy Gods need to knock us down a peg. We need to humble ourselves a little and remember why we do this. And eventually after a big blank, we get rewarded once we have. And sometimes the smallest fish can mean the most.
Carpy Dreams 