Helloooo fellow anglers,
I wanted to share a short story, on perseverance and lading my biggest sol yet.
If you have been following the weather, you would know that afterr a rather dry spell, Delhi and Haryana was blessed with some heavy downpour a couple of weeks back. So of course, the first thing on my mind was sol, sol and more sol. But unfortunately the rains had been so heavy, that we had to put off the sol plan as the roads had been completely washed out, at our regular joint. A mid-week trip too was planned with Ken, which had to be abandon due to Ken's dubious antics !!! So frustration levels were running dangerously high.
And finally we (Gavin, Ken and myself) were all set to hit the waters yesterday. Getting there was a joy because saw these canals full and flocks of cormorants slashing about, which until now i had only seen as parched weed beds. Eventually we reached our spot and realised that because of the increased water levels, spots where we could cast from were very limited. But, we cast around with our usual lures, scumfrogs. We spent a couple of hours without any of us landing anything, except for a strike from a biggie on Gavins frog. So obviously we were all a little dissapointed as we were expecting loads of action and instead hadn't managed anything after three or hours of fishing.
So i decided to change from the conventional and put on a fat spoon instead of a frog, and instead of targeting the hyacinth and the reed beds (which what we usually do) i decided to spin in a nice stretch of open water. The water looked promising, and every time i was retrieving the spoon i would see it come back, looking like an injured fish, and i kept saying to myself " If, i were a fish, that would look like a really yummy injured fish". An hour so of this and my patience started to wear thin (not good if you are an angler, i know). By this time, luckily Ken had managed to get one sol to ensure that we did not return empty handed. Gavin, Ken and myself decided to take a break and rehydrate, during which we were discussing as to why we should keep at it, as "Perseverence, is the key", as we had been fishing for so much time and in spite of seeing loads of fish jumping all around us, we didn't have much to show for our efforts
Ten minutes after that, as i was retrieving, i felt a huge hit and after a relatively short (unfortunate sol characteristic), but intense fight, and some beautiful tailwalking, this is the 4.8kg beauty...
Moral of the story.... KEEP AT IT