Finally! argh... Ok- so here's the thing. Sometime last winter I decided that I wanted to do some fishing during the coming summer. It was something that I've dome in my past- when I was about 11 or 12 fishing off the various sea-walls on Selfridge but, even more memorably, those many fishing trips with my Dad that make for the best times of a young boy's life. Ok, so I never paid much attention to the actual fishing when I was younger, but I did enjoy the trips...
...and fast-forward to present day. It's a funny thing about fishing- it's not the catching of fish that's the best part- it's the possibility that this trip might be the good one, that this cast might be the one to land you the monster that you're sure is lurking, mostly unseen, a cast-length away from you...

I think that the fishing season at Stoney Creek is starting to mature somewhat. Instead of most of my previous hits, which I'm now pretty sure were just rocks snagged on retrieval, today actually saw me take a few good hits...