"Tee hee! Just wait until you come over to the Swale"
Well, Sean might well laugh!
In my last outing with this man, I also endured a day full of rain AND mud...rain in biblical proportions, AND THREE HOURS ON ALL FOURS CRAWLING OVER VERY SHARP STUBBLE IN THE DARK trying to find my way out of a field back to the car!.
AND THE CHIP SHOP WAS BLOODY SHUT WHEN I FINALLY GOT HOME!
You may not know, but Sean is a very accomplished mountaineer, I on the other hand am not!....and until you have actually managed to get down a bank to fish this bloody river in the dry, you shall never know how hard it is to get back up again as the black sludge pours down from the fields.
My crisps got wet! my hob nobs got soggy, and my pop bottle bobbed off down stream along with me mams peg bag in which I had transported my tackle to the banks of "THERIVER OF THE DEAD".
I can only suggest that if you arrange to go fishing with anyone off FM, YOU ARRANGE FOR A FULL POLICE CHECK FIRST, some of these buggers are bloody nutters!
AND YES SEAN!....YOU TELL THEM WHO CAUGHT THE BIGGEST GUDGEON!
Mr More Spiders, I understand what you went through!...it is important that you warn the more responsible members of FM about venturing out with what I can only describe as the "LUNATIC FRINGE" from this site
SOMETHING MUST BE DONE!