Cold on Jubilee

It seems I've reached that time in my life when you are inclined to put comfort and practicality ahead of brands and appearance when choosing clothing, as a result I have recently been mulling over the options available when it comes to fishing hats. A wide brimmed olive green jobby caught my eye, ideal for those long Summer evenings but after yesterday I might well go for a bloody great fur lined thing with ear flaps and a chin strap.

Due to very few pegs being available at the far end of the bottom lake at Jubilee, where we usually fish, we settled on a couple of pegs in the vicinity of the old (sheep?) shed. There was a reasonable amount of fish activity on the surface which lulled us into believing we would catch a few.

It took a Herculean effort just to get a bankstick into the gravelly lake bed, I was having trouble getting comfortable and arranging tackle to hand and I was beginning to have doubts about a sunken tree to my right which would undoubtedly cause me serious problems should I hook a big fish, suffice to say I wasn't completely happy !
Having looked at some other pegs with a view to moving I finally decided on staying put and grin and bear it.

We had, as it turned out, made a considerable error in only taking sweetcorn as bait as we couldn't buy a bite between us. To add to our problems the cold, facing wind was growing stronger by the minute making things ever more uncomfortable, the top of my head has far less hair on it than it had a few years ago and I was getting cold. In the depths of my seat box I found an old Skretting cap that has been festering in there for years and even in my current predicament I wasn't about to put it on my head !

Eventually a bite materialised and it was dad who got it, fate of course dictated that we were to catch nothing on this outing and having felt the weight of a good fish briefly it was bumped off.
Cold and somewhat disheartened we left soon afterwards not really knowing where we went wrong. As I think I have mentioned before not catching much, or anything at all, is part and parcel of an anglers lot but catching nothing while learning nothing is hard to take, and so it was on this occasion, I learned absolutely nothing....except that I really need to buy a hat !