Perhaps those grueller winter league matches I fished in the late 80s/early 90s have distorted my view of the world
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Particularly when I think of one match on the Hodnet cut - 14 in a section (The tipton man was next peg to my right and kept telling his runner that he was going to snare a gudgeon from some nearside weed) and 12 of us dried (Tipton man included) Three gudgeon come out of the section. A great match
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12lb won it with decent frame weights but not for 90% of the field. An early get up on a Sun morn, pools, bait including BW & J, ( an expensive day all in all) back to pub for results, get home 6.30pm for sweet fanny adams. I'm easily pleased chockie monster
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and probably get a peverse sense of pleasure when you have to scatt around to weedle out 2-3lb. Its true that an half decent angler will probably walk it if they get one of the 'good' pegs, but how many half decent cut men are in the Yale and it might just 'convert' one of the other members into giving the cuts another chance.