When my dad died my wife insisted on keeping his old wooden walking stick. "You never know when you might need it" she said, much to my derision.
Fast forward several years; on my last outing I had had trouble lifting the launch wheels, due to the fact that you have to pull them forward and push down at the same time. Because of the buoyancy of the wheels it took several minutes to achieve it. What I needed was a lever. So my wife's prophetic words came ringing in my ears.
This morning as we readied the boat I thew in the old walking stick, "I'm not that knackered" was Ballasts verdict. "It's for me" I said, much to his amusement.
So it was off to the beach and a straight forward launch. We stopped about a100yds off, "pass me my walking stick" I said. You can't walk on water came the reply. Over the transom hooked the crook round the back of the wheel leg, levered it forward, pushed down and up popped the wheel. Both wheels up in under a minute. Jobs a good un. Thanks dad.
Anyway, the fishing wasn't great, a few codling to 3lb. Still colour ing the water and wind and tide meant we where drifting too fast. But any time on the water is better than armchair fishing.
Oh and here's the greedy little b*gger.