No gold....yet

Over the past few seasons I have tagged along with friends on the occasional trip where they have been excited, obsessed, bewitched and in an all round flummox about one particular species of fish. That fish is the most friendly of fishes and one so chubby and good looking I think of him like a teddy bear.......the crucian.

I will be honest in that this obsession had not rubbed off on me.........until now. My pals said, "you wait, it will happen, you will be just as smitten as we are, it just happens" and so it did.

My few trips last season were wonderful - lazy evenings watching a quill float for the most gentle of trembles and crucians galore were caught and admired. I thought no more of it. Then a delightful opportunity came to join my friends on two ponds which are hidden in a fold of the Wiltshire / Dorset landscape..........bang! I am hooked! I haven't caught a crucian yet this season, but the few trips so far have been a veritable feast of wildlife, perchlings (see below) enjoyment and quiet contemplation which is perfect for me.  

A bar of gold awaits.............