Its now November 7th 2024, and I'm opening the door to the world of blogging.. I think stoglemans has now been a thing for 5 years and iv always wanted to have a more personal side to it so here we are at this lawless place I can write utter shite on and nobody can stop me

Rolling Corks is something very few offer, and even less stick at in the long run (not a criticism and I don't blame them). commercially, the scope for a crucifixion of your morale and finances is pretty high, and by fuck have I tethered myself up on the cross a few times.. 5 years in and im getting to the point where I physically can not roll any more than I am without the risk of falling into traps that see small little operations like mine loose their way.. Thankfully because im so insightful and mindful (lol) I recognised that the pre order format was pushing me towards the tunnel of churning bait out as fast as I could.. which ultimately causes burn out and despair when you're programmed like me, which in turn means im less productive. so I banished that to the dungeons and there it can rot, and Stoglemans will hopefully continue to maintain rather than grow. in a recent conversation with a good friend that subject came up "what's wrong with a healthy little business, why does everything have to be about growth and profits and turning into the biggest thing it can be.." its been chiming around in my head since..I couldn't give a shit about being rich, id rather earn enough to do cool shit and have an album of carp I liked and a worn out body from doing all the other cool shit in life Rich people rarely do anyway, so that's how it will be from now on.

Im about a month behind where I wanted to be in terms of stock levels and availability of the winter specials. I wanted them lodged in rucksacks by the middle of November but that's more likely to be the end of November, just crossing my fingers it's still as mild as a Korma out there... I knocked up the first hit of the new chocolate malt & scopex hook baits this week and like clockwork, a classic smelling hook bait has my imagination driving up snails lane with its head out of the sunroof thinking about which fish I can go and fish for 3 months later than any normal person would be. This year I knocked the fishing on the head after a difficult spring, I wanted to see how far I could push my workload and  find out what parts of life suffered.. ultimately every time I set up fishing, I had that guilty feeling im sure many of us get where you feel your time should be spent doing something less selfish and building towards the future whatever that is? anyway, trying to make this something it shouldn't be stifled my desire to fish. Yet here I am at 1.50am thinking I could put an early alarm on for my second day off to go for a wander at dawn in November to look around lakes you can waste enough time at in June.. mad what something so small can do..iv got Friday night to fish and the choc malts will be dry by then so if I wear my best cardigan and take a petrol stove, its game on for the 90's carpy renaissance isn't it? Absoloute Scenes in the valley for sure.

I genuinely don't know what people blog about.. but there you go, my first smearing of digital shit across your iPhone or laptop screen. I really hope my bad grammar and spellings pissed at least one of you off. it will get worse. the rest of you I just hope you have no real idea about what you just spent 3 minutes reading.  welcome to the world of an ester blend 12 abuser.