Checked the time…5.11am. I’d dreamt the alarm had gone off !
Arrived at the venue at 6.00am, except I didn’t. Was still dreaming.
Late night and not a lot of sleep saw me on my way to a smashing pool.
Lots to learn about these places, not least to beef up my gear. Lost loads of fish under the trees. T’internet says it’s full of pound carp.
Well a few of ’em have grown on.
All in all I loved it, learnt a lot and there’s plenty of scope for that.
And there’s always something going on.
Inside the first ten and it’s a thumping CRACK along the bank as Harry911 does his no4 on a fish. Section surfaces in front of KOD and he spears the end with his own pole, a feat worthy of Zorro himself. Plays the fish some more (!) , gets snagged and results in a stalemate. Just aa well, no argument as to who weighs it in. ::)
Tommy Cooper bedazzles everyone in his Christian Dior fishing shirt, no less.
Richard C loses his top kit and swims for it.
Haha bemoans he should have ‘done a ton’ and blames it all on a dodgey Chicken Tikka.
The saga continues.
We’re well through the fixtures already, can hardly believe it.
On the Trent next, can’t wait.
Only had .16 and it wasn't enough. They took some shifting away from that and I could only get the smaller ones out. If i'd used my lighter pole, it would be a pile of splinters by now.
1 decent one and the other 2 were crap.
