Sunday went like this: woke up at 03.00hrs for some unknown reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. Up at 5am, flask made, arrived Lakeside at 6am. Met The Whinger and BP and drove through a foggy dawn to arrive at the ressie at 7am. Boats loaded, me and BP sharing again, The Whinger fishing alone. Catch results as follows…
1) Whinger 6 fish to 18lbs
2) The Doctor 3 twenties to 28lb 8oz plus numerous other fish
3) BP 1 ratter then hooked and played a crocodile for ages during which it circled the boat 4 times never coming off the bottom more than 6ft in 30ft of water against 40lb braid and a creaking 3lb test curve rod. It then did a power-dive and snagged him solid after it had finished playing him! ******about for ages trying to free it and had to break off in the end; what the **** it was I’ll always wonder, even the legendary BP admits he’s never hooked anything like it in 50 years of fishing. I’ve never seen him in such a state before, I kid you not when I say he was almost in tears!
4) Me, one dropped run on a dead 1lb chub on the bottom-bounce and one chomped trout live-bait, the one I didn’t see – about par for the course for the weekend for me.
7.20pm arrived home, shagged. Tried to snatch an hour’s kip before work but arrived at Henry’s 10.30 shattered. Walked into a nightmare that isn’t over yet. Currently have eyeballs propped open with match-sticks and my legs feel like lead…think I’ll look for a length of rope and a high table to jump off.
Home from home…
To add insult to injury, I had a conversation with The Doctor Sunday morning and he told me he’d 3 days on **** **** last week and took 5 – yes, FIVE – twenties to 27lbs and 8oz AND A ****ING 30LBER!!
The Whinger and BP are off to Ardleigh in the morning and have Friday, Saturday and Sunday on the ****** water next week so may do Sat and Sun myself if I can face it – or if I am still alive by then.
Can’t write any more…hands won’t work properly. Might see you soon. Hope you like my drawing of a superb pair of knockers.
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