Pleasure Angling

Cast to the left of me, cast to my right Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite I’ve changed my tactics many times, tried legering and float And now the heavy pouring rain has soaked right through my coat Eyes peeled, alert, despite the odds, I fish my chosen spot The Brolly that I thought I'd packed is one that I forgot! The Net I Have brought with me lies unused and at my side I tell myself, I'll catch one soon and many more beside Non anglers think we’re barmy and all who fish are mad “To be obsessed with drowning worms is only for the sad” But non angling folk have no idea of the Buzz when the line goes tight And the adrenalin rush when the fish is on and the rod bends to the fight Worms and Maggots, corn and flake on every size of hook I’ve used up all the tricks I know, it seems I’m out of luck The weather’s gone from bad to worse and now the wind’s a gale I should be in a nice warm pub and supping pints of ale Not every day is action packed with solid bites and takes When your angling comes together with very few mistakes There are days like this when nothing’s right and all you try’s in vain Just fishing on with not a bite seems pointless and insane Any size of fish would do, just to avoid a 'Blank' What’s this! A twitch! About time too, my inert float just sank I’m getting lots of bites at last ('though the fishless hours were Rotten) Now it’s a bite with every cast and all before is forgotten I have learned a bit and caught a few to finish off my day Carefully I’ve set them free and watched them swim away I am all packed up but before I go there is one last look to see That I’ve left it clean and tidy for those who follow me