🎣 Back on the pool and my piscatorial sixth sense kicks in
After yesterday morning’s failed attempt to catch something on a size 14 hook and a grain of corn, I gave up… Well, not quite, in fact the opposite. I was back at it today.
Everything was identical to yesterday’s session, from the tackle used to the spot I fished. Intending to stay for a couple of hours, right on time I had slight movement on the float.
Although it didn’t develop, my pictorial sixth sense told me to stay. I did, as two hours became four and a blank became a bream. Excellent. We need to know when to quit and when to keep going.
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