You glance out the window and notice that the wind has died down and the sun is heading for bed.
“Hmmm, perhaps a quick session won’t hurt,” you think and rush off to the garage.
You grab your light tackle fishing rod and lure bag and scan the place for your polarised sunglasses and booties.
You fling your kit into your cabby, stick your rod through the window and rush down to the beach.
In the parking lot you swiftly connect a fluorocarbon leader to your braided line and clip on a bucktail jighead.
You slip on your booties and throw your bag over your shoulder.
You’re ready for the big one.
On the beach, 12 foot fishing poles form a landscape of antennas as far as the eye can see. The fish are biting.
The tide is low. You’ll be able to reach the holes.
At water’s edge you start scanning for holes and notice a nice channel adjacent to a bank.
You stroll through the channel onto the bank and start casting, your lure just able to reach another sandbank beyond the hole you’re targeting.
With your retrieve you give the lure a slight bouncing action.
Something knocks it.
Careful now. Don’t be too hasty.
You jig one more time and it’s knocked again.
This time you jerk the rod, setting the hook.
The fight is on.
Your drag screams, as whatever is at the other end of the line, frantically tries to loosen itself from this invisible force tugging it towards land.
The cat and mouse game continues for ten minutes, but the mouse eventually gives in.
As you guide the tired fish onto the sand, the last glint of sunlight reveals a silvery leerie laying sideways, gasping for life.
You quickly snap a picture, take the leerie by the tail and carefully release him into the channel, watching as the majestic creature defeatedly swims away.
It’s time to go home. Some other time you might hook him again.
The perfect day does exist.