so guys and girls whats your best find why fishing or going fishing

bonjqvi

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mine would be an unopened wage packed in the long grass next to where I was fishing as a teenager the type that was in a brown envelope , when we all used to get paid in cash ahh the good old days ,
thee cash was nice I cant remember now how much prob about £60 at the time but a good amount as I was only on £18 per week
 

John Keane

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mine would be an unopened wage packed in the long grass next to where I was fishing as a teenager the type that was in a brown envelope , when we all used to get paid in cash ahh the good old days ,
thee cash was nice I cant remember now how much prob about £60 at the time but a good amount as I was only on £18 per week
If it was a wage packet wouldn’t it have had a name on it? Your easy gain was a big loss for a possible fellow angler.
 

bonjqvi

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If it was a wage packet wouldn’t it have had a name on it? Your easy gain was a big loss for a possible fellow angler.
possibly it was along time ago when I was young and skint , and who knows who(fits name in )would be .also same goes when all anglers turn up at a swim and find a bank stick or a disgorger do you go to the balliff and see if he can remember who was sitting there last .I think not
 

Peter Jacobs

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Other than the obvious things like rod rests and the occasional landing net I did once come across an expensive reel on our syndicate stretch which was handed into the secretary. I did get a very nice letter from the owner saying thank you.

At the far end of a long river walk I once came across a full rod holdall, complete with 3 rods and other bits and pieces.

This was right at the beginning of my day so I decided to hand it in when I finished my day fishing.

Around late lunchtime a chap in hos 40's came puffing down the bank to claim it. It turned out that the rods once belonged to his Dad, long since departed, and the thought of losing the rods was heartbreaking for the chap.
 

John Keane

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possibly it was along time ago when I was young and skint , and who knows who(fits name in )would be .also same goes when all anglers turn up at a swim and find a bank stick or a disgorger do you go to the balliff and see if he can remember who was sitting there last .I think not
A bank stick or disgorger is a totally different thing to finding a wage packet which may have had a name and National Insurance number on it. Finding a bit of tackle is lucky, finding an identifiable pay packet (and keeping it) is theft!
 

bonjqvi

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A bank stick or disgorger is a totally different thing to finding a wage packet which may have had a name and National Insurance number on it. Finding a bit of tackle is lucky, finding an identifiable pay packet (and keeping it) is theft!
ok my apologies for my indesgretion of 40 yrs ago when I was young and without morals and at a time when I was earing £18 aweek whilst my mates were at the pit earing £90 ,,and I was decidedly hard up . please whip me with something hard and make me see the error of my youth
 

Ray Roberts

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ok my apologies for my indesgretion of 40 yrs ago when I was young and without morals and at a time when I was earing £18 aweek whilst my mates were at the pit earing £90 ,,and I was decidedly hard up . please whip me with something hard and make me see the error of my youth
No! You seem to be the sort of blackguard who not only deserves a sound thrashing but could possibly enjoy the experience.


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Ray Roberts

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My good mate Barry and I once found a couple of very accommodating young girls on the bank once, I wrote about it with some other stories a few years ago. This is that story:

Fast forward a few months to mid June, another trip down to; deepest, darkest, Kent. The weather couldn’t have been more different. The sun had been blazing down all morning and we had both caught a few decent fish for a change; "It doesn’t get much better than this," I thought to myself.

“Caught anything”? I turned and looked around. There standing behind me were two very pretty young girls, they were silhouetted against the light, their dresses rendered transparent by the backlight shining through them, in a similar way to that made famous by Princess Diana. “I’ve had a few love, what brings you two, down here?” I enquired. “My cousin and I were just taking a walk; I’m down here visiting her for a few days, have you got anything to drink? We’re gasping.” We fed and watered the girls and they hung around with us for the rest of the day. Very friendly these country girls, I must say. They invited us both down to see them the following day and delighted us with the good news that their parents would be away all day.

I felt ill, well, unwell enough to throw a sickie on Monday anyway. Baz was owed a day off work. So our only problem was that we were both totally skint. After a long weekend of; booze, fishing and football, we were both pot less. We decided to pool our resources, which unfortunately didn’t cover our return train tickets to see the girls. I put plan B into operation, but after delving down the back of the settee plan B only revealed three odd socks and a comb with some missing teeth. This I thought was a finite resource, similar to the vast herring shoals that once inhabited the north sea, it had been plundered too often and too thoroughly in the past to provide a worthwhile catch. Plan C was also doomed to failure, as going through the pockets of all the coats hanging in the hallway only provided two decidedly dodgy looking polo mints and a pile of pocket fluff. I must have also denuded this resource in the recent past without giving it a chance to replenish itself.

Baz phoned the station, while I took stock of what we had, which was; two of a packet that had once contained three and enough cash for two single tickets. “F#@k it”, said Baz, we can hitch hike back or something, getting there’s the main thing, we’re on a dead cert if we can just get there” Ah, the optimism of youth, eh.

The next morning saw me ring in sick and then we were on our way. We were like two elvers on a journey from the Sargasso Sea; not really knowing what lay ahead waiting for us, or how the f#@*ng hell we were going to get back.


“I know what we can try," said Baz, as we entered the empty train compartment. “Let’s pull up the seat cushions and see if there’s any change down there.” We found 50p first try. I suggested that when it stopped we could move up to the next carriage and try again. I pulled up the first cushion. ”Urgh, bloody hell!" I shouted. For there, glistening under the cushion was a stretched and exceedingly well used condom. I pulled up the next one, a regimental cap badge lay there. Next one up and jackpot, enough cash to get us home. “I bet it was a squaddie having a knee trembler and all his cash shook out of his pockets,” said Baz. “No sh1t Sherlock, and what’s more it serves the begger right, a gentleman would have at least taken his hat off first,” I replied.

As soon as the train stopped and buoyed by our initial success, we were straight into the next compartment. Baz lifted the first cushion and there it was; a corker, perfectly proportioned and uniform in every way. It looked for all the world like a Faberģe egg; that’s if they ever made Faberģe eggs from sh1t and sweetcorn. Disaster struck Immediately, Baz shocked by this gruesome discovery dropped the cushion, breaking the hard outer crust of the turd. Up to this point in the turd’s existence it had just sat there inertly, bothering no one, the freshness sealed in by it’s hard outer casing.

A dear friend of mine suffers from a condition called synaesthesia. Suffers of this condition have their senses heightened and muddled, they can see music and smell colours. I, except for this one moment, have fortunately never had to endure this condition. But purely for your information: The smell was a sort of; Bourneville brown, flecked with baby ***** yellow. It filled the entire compartment at the speed of smell. Ignoring all instructions to the contrary, we both pulled down the windows and hung limply outside, both of us heaving and gagging all the way to the next station. The depositor of this turd, not having any paper to hand had the ingenuity to use his sock to wipe with, it’s the one and only time that I have ever seen skid marks on a sock!


As we got out of the carriage an elderly couple entered the compartment that we had just vacated. The train pulled away and the old chap thinking we were the culprits and cause of the horrendous stink started waving his fist and shouting out that we were a pair of dirty barstards. We both howled with laughter as he and the train disappeared into the distance.


After getting directions from the ticket office we found our way to the girls address. I knocked on the door, the curtains twitched and the door was opened by a young guy in army uniform. Oh Bu**er! he didn’t fit into our plans at all. “You must be the guys the girls said were coming around, come in. They’ve just popped up the shops”. “You in the army then mate?” I asked stupidly. “Not any more chum, I’ve run away, I f@#king well hated it in there”. Just as he was saying this we heard the girls let themselves in, as soon as they had they had come into the living room there was a loud hammering on the front door. The soldier jumped up and quickly and hid himself behind a curtain. Two MP’s brushed past the girls and entered the living room. “You called here looking for my brother last night.” The girl protested. Yeah, but we’ve just seen him at the door and we know he’s in here.” The MP replied.


“Private Watts! Private Watts 348994467”! The MP shouted. It bodes well for King and Country laddie that you’re in a bloody Infantry Regiment and not the Intelligence Corps. We know exactly where you are, your frigging boots are sticking out from underneath that frigging curtain”. Bearing a sheepish expression, the soldier emerged from his hiding place. “You’re not even dressed properly man, just look at the state of you, where’s your cap badge”? Baz offered him the one we’d found on the train. “Ta mate, but it’s the wrong Regiment.” The soldier replied, as the MP’s escorted him, one on either side out to their Land Rover.


Distraught, his sister ran upstairs to her bedroom. Baz winked at me and then followed her, saying; “I’d better go up and comfort her.” I stayed downstairs with her cousin meanwhile and gave her a good comforting to on the sofa. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaa, High Five.


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daniel121

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I don't think it's right to take someone's else's property, knowing it belongs to someone else when you can contact the person who has lost it. But I equally don't think it's right to demonize someone for actions they made 40 years ago.

The issue is if the person would still do it now or not?

I can honestly say I've never found anything other than floats and bits n bobs, I always use to make a point of doing a walk along the river after a flood, back in the day, it was amazing how many floats you could find. Of course in those days more people fished the rivers.
 

s63

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I’m going through other fishing forums searching for a thread titled “what’s the most upsetting thing you’ve lost on the bank”

Wouldn’t it be nice to reunite the owner with his hard earn folding which I’m sure now a matured person bonjqvi would gladly return.:)
 

bonjqvi

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this is getting daft I say those in glass houses let them cast the first stone ...im sure all those having a holyer than tho attitude have never done anything wrong in all the years of their existence ...im not talking finders keepers buy the way im talking kicking the dog when its mest or fighting or any of the other things that a guy goes throught to call lifes experiences ..so no need to make me feel lower than a snakes belly guys we are going to be stuck by lightining at some stage
 

silvers

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my three "best" were all returned to the rightful owner - all when I was a teenager:
1. an abu 506 that was left behind in "Bill's swim" by the eponymous Bill on his weekly visit to the river at Odell
2. a 12ft micromesh keepnet that was left tangled in barbed wire in the river on a fast rising flash flood in the millpool - reunited after I disentangled it with the owner (iirc named Richard Howkins)
3. best of the lot - a beachcaster and multiplier off lowestoft pier, hooked through the butt eye. It had been dragged in by a passing motorboat that morning!
 

Ray Roberts

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this is getting daft I say those in glass houses let them cast the first stone ...im sure all those having a holyer than tho attitude have never done anything wrong in all the years of their existence ...im not talking finders keepers buy the way im talking kicking the dog when its mest or fighting or any of the other things that a guy goes throught to call lifes experiences ..so no need to make me feel lower than a snakes belly guys we are going to be stuck by lightining at some stage
I made a kid give me his dinner money on the way to his school, if it makes you feel any better. It wouldn’t be so bad but I only did it a month ago, lol.


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mikench

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Now if only someone would reunite me with my Preston Brolly, bank stick and rod rest. I never thought anybody would and I was right.
 

steve2

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I have left nets and bank sticks never been returned. I did once leave a camera bag and cameras in a fishing shop in Warwick when returning from fishing. Didn't realise till I got home 3 hours later and I thought I had seen the last of them. When rang the shop they were still where I left them. The very kind shop owner sent them back me recorded delivery. I made a donation to his favourite charity to cover the cost plus more.
 

bullet

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A brand new in box, although a very soggy one, stihl autocut strimmer head.
Fitted mine perfectly!
 

chrissh

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One I wish I had never found

When fishing with a friend at lake near Melton Mowbray
There was a guy fishing about a hundred years down from us, who has some buzzers set up one of which keep going off.
Thinking he was as asleep, we eventually wonder down to let him know he had a fish on.
We found him dead in his bivvy
I have never wanted to go back there to fish since that day
 

markg

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Found a nice reel once, started to tackle up and noticed it 30 yds away on the path, when I went to pick it up it looked familar, it was mine; it had fallen out of my rod bag!

I once found a phone on a bus and tracked the owner down, he gave me £80, he asked for my bank account and insisted he gave me something, expected a tenner or something but £80, what a nice bloke, Nigerian staying in London on holiday.
It does pay sometimes to do the right thing but I am not casting aspersions on the poster, hard cash must be hard to resist when your young and broke. And he is right, who has not given into temptation some time or other.
I used to do a bit of metal detecting while fishing on the beach, found loads of rings, watches gold chains, pound coins (shaggers mainly, used to fall out of thier pockets while defiling some poor defenceless maiden, serves them right), if anything had an engraving on it I handed it in to the police station but kept a lot of it rightly or wrongly. Great for finding fishing tackle, never bought a trace or weight in my life. I filled up two carrier bags once detecting over rocks on a spring tide at a popular fishing spot.

And I have just done it myself, left a bag of 3 old fishing books I had just bought in a village I was visiting, I have contacted on the village facebook page to see if anyone found them, now wouldn't it be nice if someone has and I will give them what I paid for them as a reward if they have.
 
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bonjqvi

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One I wish I had never found

When fishing with a friend at lake near Melton Mowbray
There was a guy fishing about a hundred years down from us, who has some buzzers set up one of which keep going off.
Thinking he was as asleep, we eventually wonder down to let him know he had a fish on.
We found him dead in his bivvy
I have never wanted to go back there to fish since that day
oh hard luck that must have been horendous
 

theartist

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Last summer I found a Drennan rod and reel attached to a 3lb Chub

I saw it bobbing in the shallows as it's previous owner had sheepishly asked me if I could find it

I was so tempted to throw dad in that day :D
 
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