Let me start my ramblings by pointing out that I dislike change, in fact I loathe it. If I could I would keep everything the same for ever. EVER. I recognise that this isn't healthy and when pushed out of my comfort zone I generally find that I enjoy it. I also recognise that in fishing each season brings different opportunities and different rewards. So here we are at the end of summer and when I stepped outside to walk the dog last night there was a definite bite in the air that suggests autumn is just around the corner.
In other years autumn would bring the promise of pike and chub, in recent years its brought the spectre of the end of the carp sessions. This year the loudest call is from the beach, dark, cold and sometimes brutal nights facing down screaming Northerly gales in the pursuit of cod.
I still don't like change but this year I'm trying to convince myself its the start of something rather than the end. Wish me luck.
