Three weeks ago I was sitting tucked up in a nice swim on the river Nidd. For a couple of hours I heard some cracking, it sounded like a deer making its way up towards me through the branches of the overhanging trees, not seeing anything when I went for a look, settled back down.
Just as the light was going, a tree some 4ft away from me started to keel over with its roots ripping out of the bank.
My luck was in as the angle it came down missed me by a few feet, the end of my rod by inches.
I gave my fishing buddy a call to tell him what had happened. He was shocked! "is the swim still fishable mate ???"
Erm...NOPE, but don't worry, I am okay"can we get a rope round it and drag it out ?"
No way could I have guessed the tree was going to go in, it was the wrong place, wrong time, I was very lucky.
My swim choice has changed since then untill I get my bottle back!