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I remember with great clarity one or two wonderful sessions.
A crystal clear canal, the reeds shaking, the lilly pads sending rings out across the surface. Then as the light fades, the little peacock quill float dips, lifts up and lies flat for a second, then skims across the water. The explosion of the fight, then a huge warm tench lies in the landing net.[
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I do NOT remember shivering through the dark cold hours, trying to grab a few minutes sleep whilst sitting in a canvas chair, with plastic bags tied to my feet to ward off the dew on the grass (couldn't afford wellies). Waiting for dawn, and sunshine to warm me up.[xx(]
I don't even remember the match yesterday.
My mate caught just five fish. He weighed in 42lb.
I too caught five fish. I weighed in 4oz.[
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So how's YOUR memory? What keeps you going back for more?
A crystal clear canal, the reeds shaking, the lilly pads sending rings out across the surface. Then as the light fades, the little peacock quill float dips, lifts up and lies flat for a second, then skims across the water. The explosion of the fight, then a huge warm tench lies in the landing net.[
I do NOT remember shivering through the dark cold hours, trying to grab a few minutes sleep whilst sitting in a canvas chair, with plastic bags tied to my feet to ward off the dew on the grass (couldn't afford wellies). Waiting for dawn, and sunshine to warm me up.[xx(]
I don't even remember the match yesterday.
My mate caught just five fish. He weighed in 42lb.
I too caught five fish. I weighed in 4oz.[
So how's YOUR memory? What keeps you going back for more?