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A few of us got together for a days fishing,
It started with a phone call from Dazb last week, it went something like
"me(Daz) and Toma are off next week can we get on the Don",
""no problem i say, i,ll get intouch monday when i've check the forcast etc"
Well it rained all weekend upto monday afternoon and more rain forcast for tuesday, needless to say the river came up and looked like sludge.
back up plan needed,
so tuesday sees me driving round looking at a few venues where we can get some bites, Staight Mile fisheries at Brampton they were catching plenty of roach,
sorted that'll do for me i thinks,
so arrangements were made for thursday,
Andy (aka toma, jangar & septic peg) & Daz were joined by Norm after i'd guaranteed Norm that he would catch, a brave statement considering he comes from the north east, and he had just completed 4 straight blanks,
Haydn also joined us as he was sciving off work as well,
anyway we get to the fishery, and Andy (aka septic peg) gets out of the car somewhat bow legged, looks as though he'd hitched a lift down with Dick Turpin, without a saddle, and the remarks made are unprintable,
tackle unloaded and thermals on, Norm says what pegs are we fishing, so i point to the pegs along the back where the trees are, no sooner said and Norms off like a racing donkey, there was an angler on the first peg, Norm enquired have caught owt, how this poor bloke knew what he was on about i've no idea,
I've had four bites he says, Norm shouts he's had 4 bites, he's had 4 bites,
Now to someone who's had 4 straight blanks, talk of bites, well lets say he looked like the cat who'd got the cream,
Norm gets in the next but one peg to the angler on the first peg, just close enough incase he needs to poach,
and as the rest of us are walking past him tackle is been set up at the speed of lightning, in the next peg, Septic Peg, then Haydn, then me and Daz at the end,
has the rest of us started to tackle up, Norms casting in,
two mins later, WA-HAY I'VE GOT ONE, I'Ve GOT ONE, Shouts Norm,
the delight of a grown man actualy getting a bite & fish after 4 blanks,
a small roach nestled in his hands.
Norm went on to catch roach at regular intervals and with this new found confidence he starts shouting where's LEE SAVILLE (Norms hero),
Norm now thinks he's ready for ZARGREB.
Well everyone caught roach and no other species dared to show themselves,
the banter as always was the main stay of the day (unprintable) sorry,
but most of it revolved around Andy's walking abilities,
i'll not bore you anymore, have a look at some pictures,
Haydn with a roach that needed all his strength,
Daz with a roach, no prizes for guessing which is which
me with roach,
Andy aka septic peg with a nice roach,
just to show the stamp of some of the roach (me again)
and to finish off here's a "Garden Norm"
thats it a cracking day once again, nice fishing and a good laugh,
cheers Andy, Daz, Norm & Haydn.
teepee.
Do not resist growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.
It started with a phone call from Dazb last week, it went something like
"me(Daz) and Toma are off next week can we get on the Don",
""no problem i say, i,ll get intouch monday when i've check the forcast etc"
Well it rained all weekend upto monday afternoon and more rain forcast for tuesday, needless to say the river came up and looked like sludge.
back up plan needed,
so tuesday sees me driving round looking at a few venues where we can get some bites, Staight Mile fisheries at Brampton they were catching plenty of roach,
sorted that'll do for me i thinks,
so arrangements were made for thursday,
Andy (aka toma, jangar & septic peg) & Daz were joined by Norm after i'd guaranteed Norm that he would catch, a brave statement considering he comes from the north east, and he had just completed 4 straight blanks,
Haydn also joined us as he was sciving off work as well,
anyway we get to the fishery, and Andy (aka septic peg) gets out of the car somewhat bow legged, looks as though he'd hitched a lift down with Dick Turpin, without a saddle, and the remarks made are unprintable,
tackle unloaded and thermals on, Norm says what pegs are we fishing, so i point to the pegs along the back where the trees are, no sooner said and Norms off like a racing donkey, there was an angler on the first peg, Norm enquired have caught owt, how this poor bloke knew what he was on about i've no idea,
I've had four bites he says, Norm shouts he's had 4 bites, he's had 4 bites,
Now to someone who's had 4 straight blanks, talk of bites, well lets say he looked like the cat who'd got the cream,
Norm gets in the next but one peg to the angler on the first peg, just close enough incase he needs to poach,
and as the rest of us are walking past him tackle is been set up at the speed of lightning, in the next peg, Septic Peg, then Haydn, then me and Daz at the end,
has the rest of us started to tackle up, Norms casting in,
two mins later, WA-HAY I'VE GOT ONE, I'Ve GOT ONE, Shouts Norm,
the delight of a grown man actualy getting a bite & fish after 4 blanks,
a small roach nestled in his hands.
Norm went on to catch roach at regular intervals and with this new found confidence he starts shouting where's LEE SAVILLE (Norms hero),
Norm now thinks he's ready for ZARGREB.
Well everyone caught roach and no other species dared to show themselves,
the banter as always was the main stay of the day (unprintable) sorry,
but most of it revolved around Andy's walking abilities,
i'll not bore you anymore, have a look at some pictures,
Haydn with a roach that needed all his strength,
Daz with a roach, no prizes for guessing which is which
me with roach,
Andy aka septic peg with a nice roach,
just to show the stamp of some of the roach (me again)
and to finish off here's a "Garden Norm"
thats it a cracking day once again, nice fishing and a good laugh,
cheers Andy, Daz, Norm & Haydn.
teepee.
Do not resist growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.
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