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Sunday, 6 October 2013
A Gentlemanly Sport…06/10/2013
A Gentlemanly Sport…06/10/2013
As I sit here in the car park of McDonalds tapping away and with facebook blocked ‘m reflecting on my afternoon. I only had an afternoon having required much sleep after a red-eye shift thanks to living in somewhere with the same description as the gentlemanly Sir Alec Guinnes (well, Obi Wan Kenobi, he was in character) gave to Mos Eisley, namely “You won’t find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.” Like old Obi Wan I had my young future Jedi in tow as we left the house after a fine lunch of nachos. Yes, I spent my shift watching a Beavis and Butthead DVD. Ungentlemanly but that was before sleep. Anyway, I’m in McDonalds car park awaiting the RAC with bad news of alternator or fan belt, a few days after the MOT, having had the warning light go on and the power steering go off on the way back from an impromptu bonus fishing session.
Flo and Whippersnapper had gone to the beach. Little Kipper however wanted to blow her birthday money and was keen to see my brother’s new ferrets and try and catch a goldfish. I’m in need of some points for the final leg of the species tournament so we combined the two. A drive out to my brother’s farm and we took the tetra down to the lake for a dabble with corn and brandlings from the compost heap, a size 12 hook and a 3bb float on my IM10 maxximus.
A handful of corn goes in. Two corn go on and away we go. My float moves about a bit but nothing doing. Fresh tin of Green Giant too. Change of plan then, fish the margins for the crucians with a brandling trebled over. Bites weren’t long in coming even though Abigail was running around playing. We’d had stopped for a drink en-route and she’d been chuffed, with her short hair, when we were referred to as gents and was still in a good mood; I was also in good spirits but busier as the float started to bob around.
Dip, dip, stop. Dip, stop. Dip, dip, dip move away, strike and fish on! Point four comes aboard in the form of a lovely golden Crucian. Super job!
A few more follow, crucians, hybrids, goldfish of various markings. Even one with a double lower tail fin joined across, kind of a 3 pointed star but with a web across.
I want a bright orange one though, I’m not claiming something unstereotypical unless it’s orange. It’s not worth the aggro! It takes a while and then I drop one. Grr.
More crucians and hybrids follow, great but where’s Goldie? Finally, with the float shooting under and away I’m into one! Great, Point five, all oddities so far. Gorgeous fins on it and such vivid colouring; pointless in the murky water in which it lives.
There are fish jumping everywhere, no sign of the grass carp though and nothing large. We sit on the bank, I hook some for her and then she takes the rod and catches her first unaided fish; crucian, followed soon by a goldfish. She tells me she’s having great fun!
Enough’s enough though, she goes to play with the ferrets and I sit for another ten minutes trying for something larger – I manage but not large even though it gives a good account of itself.
Next stop, Haddiscoe, Sticklebacks after a quick hello to my parents. A few tiny ones seen but nohing showed interest in worm at all. At least we got a frog though.
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