Change of luck
I was 21 now, and supposedly the age where the world was my oyster and all that crap. I had been to the very bottom and scraped it for too long. There must have been a turning point, but I cannot remember it. The one thing I can remember though is being invited on June the 16th to go fishing with a couple of my friends. I accepted and went out and bought myself 2 pike rods and 2 reels, I wanted to look ‘good’, as I was still using my telescopic thing on the quiet.
I got there nice and early to set up, as we were fishing the sewer outlet, I knew it was going to be good sport for pike and perch in the early morning. As I arrived there was a young lad in my chosen swim, but I wasn’t bothered as I was wondering if he was meeting my mates there as well. I got talking to him and yes, he was also meeting them. His name was Steve, and I didn’t realise it then but this lad was going to be like a brother to me. The day went on and we all had a laugh and caught a few fish. Thinking back, something must have clicked that day because the day after I went to have a look at a lake. Once again, that lad called Steve was there fishing for carp. We got chatting and I ended up staying the whole day just talking about fishing and getting to know each other. We swapped numbers and I went home. A few days later I got a text from Steve to see if I wanted to go fishing again, so I agreed. This happened quite a bit and we became good friends over that summer and carried on fishing together.
I had turned a corner and my life was looking good again with a sprinkle of fishing to go on top. Maybe fishing was my calling all along, but I have never looked back and have always carried on fishing until this very day and hopefully for many years to come.
The first winter Steve and I went out together, we only had information that we had read in books; about the places to target and we were only after big pike. We were fishing 3 to 4 times a week and every day on a different venue (which I now know was a mistake). We probably fished every drain and river in the Fens that winter with nothing really to show for it, but there was a small gravel pit close to me that I had heard had done a colossal fish of 28lb. I told Steve and we both had intentions of fishing it but never did get around to it that winter. We carried on fishing that year, all the way through spring and summer, going for all kinds of species and my life was thankfully getting better. It was a complete turn around and I have a lot to thank Steve for, he was a true friend and a brother.