Post by Sewinbasher on Feb 27, 2006 11:46:55 GMT -5
I love the camaraderie, especially in European or World events, you live and work as a team for maybe 10 days and get to know each other really well. You meet and learn from some of the world's best trout and grayling anglers who are usually generous with their knowledge.
Practise is fun, fly tying into the small hours tiring, but when the competition day dawns and you are loading up onto the buses with your fellow competitors having checked your equipment a 100 times, 99 of them unecessary, the nerves are frayed and you just want to get on with it. The first sight of the river gets your heart racing.
Two hours into a three hour session you are wondering what you could do to improve the situation, can't you roll the clock back? After the session and a few beers you lie in bed reliving the day - which flies should you have tried and didn't, what were a waste of time, fish you moved but missed, fish you got that were too small, and hopefully some that counted, why did France catch all the fish, what were they doing that you weren't?
After the final day drinking all night with the Irish, Kiwis and Ozzies and really regretting it next day.
It's great but it's pressure like no other fishing. You've got a few team mates looking to you for maximum effort. When I finish I look at the bank balance and say to myself "never again" but in 2008 the World Championships are in NZ - got to be a tempter hasn't it?
Practise is fun, fly tying into the small hours tiring, but when the competition day dawns and you are loading up onto the buses with your fellow competitors having checked your equipment a 100 times, 99 of them unecessary, the nerves are frayed and you just want to get on with it. The first sight of the river gets your heart racing.
Two hours into a three hour session you are wondering what you could do to improve the situation, can't you roll the clock back? After the session and a few beers you lie in bed reliving the day - which flies should you have tried and didn't, what were a waste of time, fish you moved but missed, fish you got that were too small, and hopefully some that counted, why did France catch all the fish, what were they doing that you weren't?
After the final day drinking all night with the Irish, Kiwis and Ozzies and really regretting it next day.
It's great but it's pressure like no other fishing. You've got a few team mates looking to you for maximum effort. When I finish I look at the bank balance and say to myself "never again" but in 2008 the World Championships are in NZ - got to be a tempter hasn't it?