Well here we go..........the moment you’ve all been waiting for.........the commencement of the exploits of the Cashmores Match Group Crew
Contrary to previous scurrilous reports on here the reporter vacated his duvet before the alarm clock went off. Was he ‘excited’ and couldn’t wait to get out back on the bank after a six month sabbatical? Or was it just that the 15 tog was a bit to warm with the onset of Spring?
Spring? A look out the backdoor revealed a ground frost and an iced up windscreen. Brrrrr......that duvet was calling......
Summoning up remarkable self discipline, the duvet was ultimately ignored and the gear was assembled - well nearly all of it.
Arriving very early – well 8.30am - at todays inaugural match - the venue being the Cannock Extension Canal - was that a dead body floating in the cut, visible as we crossed the bridge?
Did I say early
– it looked like everyone was already here – including these two twins who were separated at birth.
Mr V was pegging out – 4 pegs in the nearside pound for the shortwalkers – well at least one was needed today as Lazarus – I mean Mike the Pike – had left his hospital bed and was determined to wet a line, despite the concerns of his travelling partner Roberto
Oh, just thought about that dead body that Heinzer had spotted when we arrived. Turns out it was some white goods which Steptoe and Son – I mean team Jeffery soon managed to recover........and I must say, it now looks lovely and fits a treat in Zorros kitchen
The draw soon got underway and Yamo didn’t have to venture far as he drew the favoured fridge freezer peg which could have given him some inside cover. Meanwhile peg 9 was my home for the next 6 hrs.............thought it might be a decent area – that was until I found the Kiss of Death was next door on 10.
Never mind, I'd got it cracked. On the last couple of knock ups I’d studied Cotti the caster King feeding regime. I’d also spotted Yamo catching on an ‘unusual’ secret line
...........I couldn’t go wrong could I despite the threat of Damian.
But I did go wrong........in fact it was a tad slow in that middle section for yours truly, KOD and Bullah, whilst nets appeared to be dipping at regular intervals at either end.
Time marched on – time to ignore the sporadic micro roach on the punch – and time to empty it on that caster half way thru.
But that daint work either. In fact I was just thinking to myself that the peg was devoid of any fishy life, when old Essox Lucius struck. How wrong I was – my peg was full of em – ruck loads of fish scattered in all directions........
The peg appeared dead............couldn’t buy a bite, but they were still there as an hour on, the water erupted again.
Where was mike the Pike when you needed him.
20 minutes to go...........then KOD decides to do a Yamo on me
and finds a few late bonus fish to batter me
The whistle goes and it’s time for the scales
First to weigh in was Cotti who having won the last two matches down there had done ok again, getting off to a flyer with a decent skimmer second put in
Next up was Zorro who tipped a ruckload of small silvers into the basket. Zorro told me that throughout the 5 hours there was only 3 put ins when he hadn’t had a fish..............just need those micro fish to grow on don’t we OBI
Down the other end Mr V had done some damage on the 3 mtr whip
Next door, Deadpeg on the golden peg had rallied late on as he’d only two bits at the halfway stage
So onto the tale of the scales......
PEG
17 MIKE THE PIKE 1.14.9
16
15 YAMO 1.12.2
14 TRICAST 0.11.7
NEW RD BRIDGE
13 DEADPEG 4.11.5
12 HEINZER 1.5.0
11 MR V 7.3.3
10 KOD 2.3.0
9 TK 1.6.3
8 BULLAH 0.11.7
7 OBI 2.12.6
6 ROBERTO 0.3.0
5 CARLOS 1.12.0
4 DARK HOSS 2.6.2
3 TREV B 1.4.12
2 ZORRO 4.0.5
1 COTTI 8.0.7
So there we go. Not the start I wanted.........
Was I ring rusty after a 6 month layoff? Perhaps. But think I’ll put it down to that cormorant flavoured bread I had to cadge off Heinzer as I’d left mine in the kitchen........
But a decent day out with some banter along the way