19 oktober 2019, the clock has just passed 16.00.
The battle is over, both mentally and physically, and I can not say that we won anything at all on this day. Team Snipsjöns three worn members sitting in the car, mostly in silence. The contest is over, Sverigegäddans autumn contest 2019 is completed. 8 hours in boat. Constant strong wind. A fishing that you will hardly tell your future grandchildren about. The face is broken by all the wind. The only thing you want to do is lie down.
19 oktober 2019, the clock has just passed 16.12.
Someone breaks the silence with an encouraging "we didn't zero in anyway". Uh, be quiet. Bad attempt may seem, but it's enough. 10 Minutes earlier, people were wondering if fishing was the right interest, or if you should change to something else, anything really. Now we sit there, the defeat is forgotten and the discussions about which lake we are betting on for the next competition are underway. You are not simply wise.
Competition fishing attracts something wonderful, tagging and sometimes embarrassing caterpillars in people, at least with me and my companions. The time between the races (half a year) is a transport route filled with strange plans and guesses. It starts with guesses on placement, length of pike etc.. The closer to the next competition you come, the more detailed the plans become. Which bay should we start with? Which bites apply? Who buys sausages? We usually buy something new and fresh for the pasture boxes before the competition, the hotspots have been determined, checked depth maps, and when you sit there on the competition day, all the conditions point in other directions. Sweatshirts with team logos on are fixed. This is tracing out. The car journey on the way to the fishing water usually consists of peppery talk, sometimes screams. Now it has traced, in a nice way. When the starting shot goes we are sickly tagged, almost embarrassing actually, and the fishing begins enthusiastically. The first live report comes. Some teams have already filled the paper. Fan. We would have stretched a little on that 57 centimeter. Someone throws in a nice comment that raises the mood and then we meat again.
This is how the day goes on and it is rarely as planned, but it always gets sick fun anyway.
We have participated in the Swedish pike three times, it is the only competition we know we can participate in. Whether you use an Alumacraft spray gun, an echo with (hopefully) manageable leakage or if you are fishing from land. The Swedish pike is available to everyone. You do not need a trailer to get to the start in a predetermined lake where all participants must start at the same time, you can compete in the lake where the boat has been chained to the same tree for nineteen years. Deltagaravgiften, 200 kr, is insanely affordable, and all the money goes to sponsoring various projects available to the anglers.
I repeat: Fish in whatever water you like (with permission), cheap fee and conscience center in the brain gets a nice boost by going to charity. In other words, Hattrick benefits.
30 May 2020, clock 08.00 we sit there again. The hotspots will definitely be predetermined. The sausage is of course arranged. The bites are waiting in the boxes. The Pepptalket in the car has done its own and every throw feels like the throw that takes us up to the top three of the competition. Maybe it will be as planned, maybe not. But we will sit there, and I hope more discover this inclusive competition and sit at home with the same feeling in the body as we.
It's close now, and last night I got a guess / divination / truth with modification of my one companion. "Think we chop three skilled and land in place 16". We would be happy with that, although you wait a while after the end of the competition we are happy with the place 52 also.
You are not simply wise.
Have a look at Sweden pike and sign up now.
/Jesper, Team Snipsjön