Fishing For My Youth

The bike cross bar loaded , rods tied in place. Gunns pools calling but there is, no race. With it's fallen willow its a beautiful space to forget about lifes rat race. All my surrounding are just pristine. There's a mist on the water like some sort of smoke screen and not a ripple on the lake can be scene awaiting the the Leviathans who lay unseen. A sunrise breaking over head and a full days fishing lies ahead. Me pop and me butty's made with brown bread I'm all comfy sat on a camp bed. Watching my float dip out of sight. waiting patiently for that first bite. I'm staying all day from break of sun light to twilight and if the fish bite i will fish in the moonlight.