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Today started gazing into the eyes of a pretty young lady called Lena, unfortunately less attractive was the hyperdermic needle Lena was about to pierce my gum with and fill me with novocaine
It did at least numb me from the following half hour of torture from another nice lady, Debbie who has the unenviable task of deep cleaning some badly neglected teeth.
A few hours on........
The Novocaine must have affected my ability to make a rational decision, the wind was howling, the rain was lashing and the river was high, but like a magnet I was drawn and so loaded the car with the remains of yesterday's cheesepaste and liccy and headed to the Great Stour.
The tip was leading me a merry dance as the wind gusted but to my knowledge I hadn't a bite after an hour and was just about to call it a day when the tip danced a slightly different tune, a nice little jig that encouraged me to give it another few minutes and in the same swim at exactly the same time as yesterday the tip wrapped round that even a hurricane couldn't have disguised, fortunately the only thing that was different was the stamp of the fish, it seemed a lot bigger than yesterday's and I thought I had a pb, sadly it flattered to deceive but still a very nice 4-2.
My photos of a fish in the net are becoming a bore so took my chances that a passer by wouldn't make off with my phone and kindly took a snap.
A good moment to call it a day, always satisfying to have spent sweet fa on a free stretch of river barring a little petrol expense and just an hour fishing.
A few hours on........
The Novocaine must have affected my ability to make a rational decision, the wind was howling, the rain was lashing and the river was high, but like a magnet I was drawn and so loaded the car with the remains of yesterday's cheesepaste and liccy and headed to the Great Stour.
The tip was leading me a merry dance as the wind gusted but to my knowledge I hadn't a bite after an hour and was just about to call it a day when the tip danced a slightly different tune, a nice little jig that encouraged me to give it another few minutes and in the same swim at exactly the same time as yesterday the tip wrapped round that even a hurricane couldn't have disguised, fortunately the only thing that was different was the stamp of the fish, it seemed a lot bigger than yesterday's and I thought I had a pb, sadly it flattered to deceive but still a very nice 4-2.
My photos of a fish in the net are becoming a bore so took my chances that a passer by wouldn't make off with my phone and kindly took a snap.
A good moment to call it a day, always satisfying to have spent sweet fa on a free stretch of river barring a little petrol expense and just an hour fishing.

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