I am not fishing, not by design I hasten to add. I broke my
collarbone, playing rugby, in early April and the subsequent operation that I
have had to insert various ironwork means that I am in a sling until the end of
the month; at the earliest. I am left handed, no prizes for guessing which
collarbone I broke. And then I will
commence on physio, which threatens to be pretty much the most painful part of
the process. And to top it all off there will be another operation before the
end of this year to remove the ironwork.
So all in all how do I feel about this?
Pretty crap really. It looks as though most of the season is going to be compromised
by my recovery and rehabilitation. At this time my elbow has not been above
chest height in six weeks and given that the human body works on a use it or
lose it basis I am expecting very little movement in the short term and that
casting will be painful. My favoured approach to fishing is immersive and
intimate. Small streams basically, i.e. the type of fishing least accessible to
those without a full range of movement. What am I missing the most?
That word
immersive is important. Ultimately fishing is the only activity I perform that
takes me away from it all, to another place where all I am doing is interacting
with a dynamic environment whilst wrestling with a continually changing
range of inputs whilst trying to gull a wild creature.
But I know that this is
a temporary hiatus, patience is required, I will be back before too long.
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