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I knew, once the germ had taken hold, that I would need kit. No problem I thought. I'll just make do and slowly accumulate better and more appropriate gear as I go along, the important thing is to get fishing. To get to the water, find some spots where I can get a dogfish or two under my belt and take it from there.

Up in the loft and dig out the old carp spod/marker rod, in fact a 2.75 lb test curve pike deadbaiting rod with antique Shimano Biomaster attached. A gentle lob with that should plop a 4 oz lead beyond the first couple of breakers at least. Steve's offer of his old spod rod, an even less beautiful silstar beachcaster (value about fifteen quid back in the day) and ryobi 8000 made up the makeshift, get me in the water tackle.

A box full of thoroughly researched and barely understood clips and beads, doo-dads and thingies were thrown into the mix and I should have been under steam. Life is not so easy though, I couldn't buy the time immediately, and in true angling style, I substituted opportunity for shopping. Those who can, do; those who can't, shop. Just to be better prepared for the chances when (if ever) they come along, you understand.

A Penn Affinity long cast 8000 set the tills ringing. What a machine! The size of a bucket, incredible, never before witnessed, line lay and Rolls-Royce gearing gave me that warm, money well spent feeling, that invariably turns chilly when the gears jam at the first sign of dirty water. I really couldn't put that onto that crappy old and monstrously thick at both ends Silstar.

I needed a rod. Hours and hours of detailed internet research told me that every rod on the market was either great (according to the salesmen) or equally bad according to every Sid from Dagenham who had wasted his money on another dead cert only to discover that rods don’t catch fish, anglers do.

The answer according to everybody that could afford to, was to pay £3-600 for the best. At least then it is too embarrassing to admit that you made a mistake. That's not me. In the end, I found somewhere selling Daiwa Seahunter Zs for a good price, so I sat down to order one and ordered two. A safe brand that has always served me well, and at least one range up from the abject poverty level? Of course, now they have arrived, I need another reel. What have I started here? And why are they admittedly better finished, but thicker, stiffer and heavier than that horrible Silstar? I've no idea because I've never used either as yet and until I do, I am just guessing.

I'm going in 10 days time and that's it. I shall freeze, get wet and come back with a new list. Stinking of worms and squid and maybe even fish. In the meantime I shall build some more rigs, practice tying knots in thick, unyielding 60lbs mono and worry that I have spent hard-earned cash on clumsy and unsuitable rods. Really, the excitement of it all

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