I think it stems from me lucking out and landing that big bass the other day. For whatever reasons I guess I was in the right place at the right time, and what could well be my bass of my lifetime saw my lure and engulfed it. I got lucky, I was very happy, but nothing’s changed from my own fishing point of view. I don’t do religion in any way, shape or form but whatever floats your own boat on that front is a personal thing and I despise any kind of racism and/or religious based persecution. I am perfectly content that I live whatever life I get and then that’s it, but I have a sneaking suspicion that there in fact some gods out there, and that those gods are the gods of fishing - because with my luck since that lucky big bass, bloody hell something’s got them angry with me……………..
I put this up on Facebook the other day and in due course got a few messages and calls from mates who are not at all happy walking through fields with cows and bulls in them, and who I have successfully wound up a treat over the years. I think I might have been due this one: Haven't the fishing gods got a funny way of kicking you in the nether regions just when you think you are winning? Thought I'd head out early this morning to where I managed to land my biggest ever bass, and when I parked up it was just about still dark. I had my dog Storm with me and I didn't see a load of cows in one of the fields until I was nearly at the spot. I would not have gone through the field with my dog if I had known there was livestock in there, but my sheepdog is properly trained and walks to heel when I tell her to. She would never chase livestock and all was fine.
I fished away until the top of the tide and never had even so much as a sniff of a fish. 1-0 to the fishing gods then, but I can hardly complain with how lucky I got earlier in the week. If you have walked through fields with me then you will know that cows and bulls don't freak me out, and yes, I am guilty of trying my best to wind mates up who are scared of livestock. It isn't funny at all! This morning I got my comeuppance...............
I started to walk back across the field after my blank, with Storm to heel as always around livestock, and yes it was my fault for not seeing the cows earlier this morning. The cows started coming at me, I stood my ground, but they kept coming. I backed off, stood there again, but they kept coming. I am guessing they didn't like Storm at all. They kept coming and coming at me, so quick-smart I headed for a gate, threw Storm over it, and jumped over myself. The cows crowded round, they didn't seem at all happy at the dog, my heart was pumping somewhat! I couldn't get them to go away but there was no path out of there and I needed to go back through the field. I calmed myself down and made Storm lie down behind some bushes where the cows couldn't see her. What the hell do I do? I thought about things and I decided that I had no choice but to jump back over the fence and try to herd the cows away from me and off into a corner of the field which was away from where I needed to walk. My heart was hammering a bit because I remember seeing a bit in the papers the other day about a dog walker getting killed by some angry cows! Just bloody great. There is nobody around, I can't call anybody, I have to sort this out. So I took a deep breath and jumped back over the fence and somehow managed to herd the cows away from me and back down into a remote corner of the field. I legged it back to the gate, jumped back over, threw Storm back into the (cow) field, jumped back into the field myself, and bloody scarpered! Luckily the cows stayed away and in their corner, I made Storm run on ahead of me, and I got back to my Epic Berlingo. This morning the fishing gods decided that I was due a kicking, and I duly got it. A blankety blank and my first ever dodgy encounter with UK livestock.
And then the other afternoon a mate and I went fishing to a spot where he had hammered a bunch of bass the day before when typically I couldn’t bloody make it. Again, I have taken this from my Facebook post: Crumbs am I paying for being lucky enough to land that big bass the other day! Blanked when I went back to the spot, then I got chased by a herd of cows, and yesterday evening I stood on a wrong bit of cliff which gave way and I went for a bit of a slip and a slide and put a hole in a newish and rather interesting pair of chest waders. Managed to fling my lure rod aside when my foothold gave way and didn't break it which considering the bad luck I have had since my lucky bass I am going to take as a good omen. With my run of luck since that bass I was fully expecting the rope to break as I made my way back up the cliff last night, but luckily it didn't, and now I need to try and repair my waders. It's not as if any of us here catch big bass all the time, so perhaps my garfish and schoolie from yesterday evening will appease the fishing gods enough?
Yesterday afternoon I went to pick a bag of stuff off the floor, obviously bent down wrong, and I properly put my back out to the point where it started spasming and I was on all fours on the floor for about fifteen minutes trying to work out how I could get back to my feet again. Currently taking a lot of ibuprofen and moving around like I’m trying to hold a dose of the you know whats in. I thought that slip down the cliff the other evening was the end of my penance after my nice bass, but I guess the fishing gods don’t agree. You all have a good weekend, and if you are lucky enough like me to land a fish of your dreams, may your subsequent luck be better than mine!