🎣 Friday the thirteenth fishing: Two days of the river season remaining
Athough to me it’s just a date on a calendar, to many people Friday the thirteenth is one that is cursed, brings bad luck and is a day to put behind them, rather than look forward to.
My return trip to the small river that I fished yesterday didn’t go to plan. The word ‘disaster’ is too strong but it certainly wasn’t one that worked out well.
However, that was all to do with the conditions and nothing at all regarding the day. As for letting the camera slip with the opening recording and knocking tea over me, that’s just normal in my case. Mr. Clumsy.
I didn’t even get a bite, never mind bank a fish. It was certainly the most disjointed session that I’ve had in a while. It was one of those where, even though you remain positive, realistically you know that you’re up against it.