I really enjoyed my day out with the Soar valley six fingered brigade, a lot of the guys on the match have supported my matches over the last couple of years so it was nice to to able to sit and have a chat with them beofre and after the match, something that i can't usualy do.
This is how i saw the day.
I had a phone call last Monday from Ade Slade asking about the Cornerstone league on Saturday, He wanted to fish so i gave up my place so he could have a go. I phoned Rounders up to make him aware that I wouldn't be there and we got talking about things including the Loughborough teams of 8, with the last two fixtures of the AT winter league coming up none of us would get chance to see the canal before the teams of 8 so it was decided that i go and have a look.
I wanted to surprise Joff so i booked in under the name of "
on Kiddick".
With a severe frost imminent i loaded the car on Saturday night with clothing, tackle and my trusty ice breaker ready for an early start.
Leaving at 6.30am for a 8.00am draw it was not until i got onto main roads that my car started to grip the road, After a few hairy moments all was fine as I joined the M6 for the 50 mile trek.
Arriving at The Boat pub i was surprised to find the car park empty and the pub closed, I walked up to the canal to find it coloured and ice free just as the first faces started to appear...
"you've been stitched up mate!" was the comment as i asked about the draw time. The devious organiser had got one up already by depriving me of my beauty sleep (not that i need it).
It was quickly forgotten as i waited for the draw and in no time at all i'd paid my money and put my hand into the
drawbag margerine tub and pulled out peg 218, It was only 1 and half pegs (two on a normal pegged match) through the bridge and with Steve Woolhard on the bridge hole at least i'd have some one to talk to.
Looking at my draw slip i realised i'd also drawn the scales so went back into the pub to collect them...Joff informed me he was on flyer peg 216 so he wouldn't need to keep phoning me to put me off.
With rigs set up I thought i'd go and see Joff...approaching his peg i could hear him talking, i thought he was opn the phone but closer inspection i could see that he was upset, as he turned to face me i could see the sadness in his eyes "Are you OK Mate" i asked...Barely able to stem the flow of tears he replied...i was expecting a " My great aunt Dorothy has died" or " I locked the dog out last night and the tank commander has found him froze solid"...
NO...it was worse in Joffs eyes..." I've droppped two number 12 shot in the grasss and i cant find them" was the reply.
I wont bore you with how i managed to catch 1480 grams of small roach to Joffs 2080 grams made up mainly of two lucky big roach.
After the match i was very surprised , shocked actually, when Joff said he was going to buy me a pint of carling....I must of misheard him though because by the time i'd helped Joff's little brother Bucko blow his tyre up (Another uncle Fester lookalike) he was sitting down with two pints of Freemans bitter working the results out, the question of where my beer was fell of deaf ears and it was left to Joffs mate Rob to buy me a pint.
I think the beer must be a bit stronger over in Deliverence land because after supping another free pint(out of Chris Marks's winnings) i could swear there was a bloke walking round wearing a skirt...
Just a pity it all had to end so quickly.....
I'll be back!