Curse Match 8 - Wyrley Essington
Posted: June 19th, 2010, 11:06 pm
Secured some transport late yesterday and booked in with TK to guest on the Wyrley & Essington for match 8 today.
Then it started. How to fish it ?
In 47 minds, I had bait galore. Even the square sausage.
Decided to tie some hooks gone midnight and got to bed gone one. Didn’t sleep well.
Opened one eye wide, very wide .... straining my eyebrow into an upturned U … while the other remained firmly shut.
Tormented by the need to stay awake (I’d hit the stop not snooze) and the desire to sink deep back into slumber… I eventually got out, feeling like I’d a hangover ….but hadn’t had a drop.
Sank some cereal, made some tea, I was off.
Still in 37 minds, I detoured to the tackle shop to plug a chink in the bait list with a few big reds an’ whites, Baulked at the worms.. (Should have rummaged the compost).
Or …. Why don’t I just keep it simple ? A can of corn would do just as well.
Arriving just in the nick of time to pay my dues, it was genuinely good to see people again.
Plumbed and fed all the lines, rotated rigs everywhere and after snatching a trio of small rudd, dropped off some blades and was reduced to waiting for a lump … on beastie gear.
Hope was in short supply. Persistence even less. I went through the motions, making sure I was doing everything ok, but without a twitch. Thinking… I’ve been here before.
I tipped a grain of sweetcorn with a red pinkie, I did. Yes, I really I did…..
Bought it back in with the pinkie gone …and a 4mm expander hooked with the corn !
Explain that one please.
Deciding this was much more interesting, I checked the baits of both competitors either side, travelling down with the expander in hand.
Logically I knew they were too far away for any involvement but I couldn’t just sit there.
Chap to my left was suspected, but ruled him out due to a slight colour difference in his expanders. KOD on my right just thought I was barmy.
Decided it must be a bream, with a gob full of bait from somewhere …that must have mouthed my bait ….and I plugged on. What planet etc lol.
Nothing showed. Packed up with and hour to go, shown the way buy the gent to my left who packed up with an hour and a half to go.
Retired to Pelsall Co-op for my usual after match Tuna Cob. Normally reduced by the time I go home, being early, I braced myself to pay full whack, only to find they are no longer stocked.
Torn between the ham/ cheese/ pickle and the chicken tikka, I was all a fluster.
Nothing stays the same, ‘cept for the confusion
PS enjoyed returning to help out with the weigh in.
(HOW many tench did he have again ?)
Then it started. How to fish it ?
In 47 minds, I had bait galore. Even the square sausage.
Decided to tie some hooks gone midnight and got to bed gone one. Didn’t sleep well.
Opened one eye wide, very wide .... straining my eyebrow into an upturned U … while the other remained firmly shut.
Tormented by the need to stay awake (I’d hit the stop not snooze) and the desire to sink deep back into slumber… I eventually got out, feeling like I’d a hangover ….but hadn’t had a drop.
Sank some cereal, made some tea, I was off.
Still in 37 minds, I detoured to the tackle shop to plug a chink in the bait list with a few big reds an’ whites, Baulked at the worms.. (Should have rummaged the compost).
Or …. Why don’t I just keep it simple ? A can of corn would do just as well.
Arriving just in the nick of time to pay my dues, it was genuinely good to see people again.
Plumbed and fed all the lines, rotated rigs everywhere and after snatching a trio of small rudd, dropped off some blades and was reduced to waiting for a lump … on beastie gear.
Hope was in short supply. Persistence even less. I went through the motions, making sure I was doing everything ok, but without a twitch. Thinking… I’ve been here before.
I tipped a grain of sweetcorn with a red pinkie, I did. Yes, I really I did…..
Bought it back in with the pinkie gone …and a 4mm expander hooked with the corn !
Explain that one please.
Deciding this was much more interesting, I checked the baits of both competitors either side, travelling down with the expander in hand.
Logically I knew they were too far away for any involvement but I couldn’t just sit there.
Chap to my left was suspected, but ruled him out due to a slight colour difference in his expanders. KOD on my right just thought I was barmy.
Decided it must be a bream, with a gob full of bait from somewhere …that must have mouthed my bait ….and I plugged on. What planet etc lol.
Nothing showed. Packed up with and hour to go, shown the way buy the gent to my left who packed up with an hour and a half to go.
Retired to Pelsall Co-op for my usual after match Tuna Cob. Normally reduced by the time I go home, being early, I braced myself to pay full whack, only to find they are no longer stocked.
Torn between the ham/ cheese/ pickle and the chicken tikka, I was all a fluster.
Nothing stays the same, ‘cept for the confusion
PS enjoyed returning to help out with the weigh in.
(HOW many tench did he have again ?)