Sport takes many forms from the ordinary to the completely odd, but what links all those with an interest, either as competitors or spectators, is the aspect of fate and how they try to manoeuvre the chance into their quarter. Rugby players could have a pair of lucky boots, a cricketer a lucky box (presumably one that won't have been called upon to fulfil its job) as he dresses to go out to bat. For the sports fan, it could be meeting for a drink at an allotted time, at the same pub with the same friends and leaving at the same time every week to go to the ground.
Angling is the past-time with the largest participation level of any other (it is said) and luck is a a built in part of it. Visiting a specific venue will involve using the same fishing tackle as the time which had the greatest success in terms of either quantity or weight of catch. So the same fishing rods will come out as was used on that day, in the expectation that once again the piscatorial goddess will smile and repeat the occasion.
It doesn't happen that way of course. Lucky undies, shoes, box or fishing rods make no difference at all because those are the unexplainable of sport and the reason why we like it. When Havant and Waterlooville went to Anfield and beat Liverpool or Stevenage saw off Newcastle United in the FA Cup, it had nothing to do with the central defenders' choice of hosiery that day, it's just that one club performed out of it's skin and the other very, very shoddily.
If an angler is sat by the river and someone strolls, they might well enquire if he's having much luck? In fact, any fisher ought to take umbrage at the notion that his success or otherwise anything has anything to do with something so transcendental when it ought to have all to do with his application and judgment of the conditions, knowledge of how the fish are feeding, where and on what. And if he's having a rotten day, it could just be that the they are just not feeding at all and doesn't matter what fishing tackle he's chosen, nothing will make the slightest difference. Not even those legendary lucky fishing rods.
Combinations of a billion to the power of a billion and higher are acting upon everything all the time and while most of them are without any interest, once in a while some of them come together in peculiar ways. If you are drowning maggots in one particular part of the canal and all the fish for miles around have decided to meet there resulting in a drought of the expected food, it doesn't change the odds which fishing tackle you have, you are going to have a wonderful day and your fishing rods might well break under the strain. Equally the guy half a mile up the bank may be wondering if there has been a devastating chemical spill somewhere.
Anything and nothing of which has anything that relied on fate to happen. It just did and you can help the odds go favourably by performing the right things at the right time in the right way and if you do then you are far more likely to succeed but there are very rare occasions when nothing you do will make a difference and then you could just as well pack your things and go home.
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Angling is the past-time with the largest participation level of any other (it is said) and luck is a a built in part of it. Visiting a specific venue will involve using the same fishing tackle as the time which had the greatest success in terms of either quantity or weight of catch. So the same fishing rods will come out as was used on that day, in the expectation that once again the piscatorial goddess will smile and repeat the occasion.
It doesn't happen that way of course. Lucky undies, shoes, box or fishing rods make no difference at all because those are the unexplainable of sport and the reason why we like it. When Havant and Waterlooville went to Anfield and beat Liverpool or Stevenage saw off Newcastle United in the FA Cup, it had nothing to do with the central defenders' choice of hosiery that day, it's just that one club performed out of it's skin and the other very, very shoddily.
If an angler is sat by the river and someone strolls, they might well enquire if he's having much luck? In fact, any fisher ought to take umbrage at the notion that his success or otherwise anything has anything to do with something so transcendental when it ought to have all to do with his application and judgment of the conditions, knowledge of how the fish are feeding, where and on what. And if he's having a rotten day, it could just be that the they are just not feeding at all and doesn't matter what fishing tackle he's chosen, nothing will make the slightest difference. Not even those legendary lucky fishing rods.
Combinations of a billion to the power of a billion and higher are acting upon everything all the time and while most of them are without any interest, once in a while some of them come together in peculiar ways. If you are drowning maggots in one particular part of the canal and all the fish for miles around have decided to meet there resulting in a drought of the expected food, it doesn't change the odds which fishing tackle you have, you are going to have a wonderful day and your fishing rods might well break under the strain. Equally the guy half a mile up the bank may be wondering if there has been a devastating chemical spill somewhere.
Anything and nothing of which has anything that relied on fate to happen. It just did and you can help the odds go favourably by performing the right things at the right time in the right way and if you do then you are far more likely to succeed but there are very rare occasions when nothing you do will make a difference and then you could just as well pack your things and go home.
20110124
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