Fishing, if I a fisher may protest, Of pleasures is the sweet'st, of sports the best, Of exercises the most excellent. Of recreations the most innocent. But now the sport is marde, and wottye why? Fishes decrease, and fishers multiply - Thomas Bastard (1598)
I'm starting to get that melancholy feeling that the season is slipping away, washed off downstream towards winter with the days already drawing in... Christ, it's only July.... stop fucking raining!
