Bring yer wellies was the Loafer's instruction. As we walked down The Tunnel it became clear why. The river was spread over a fair bit of Essex and Suffolk and still spilling over the bank behind us onto the flood plain the whole day. Kept most of the dog walkers and ramblers away.
and was fishing well before the Loafer had set up his long trotting rod. Fishing shorter than last time in this swim, two chances came and went before one of the horrible black plague surfaced in the swim and off took to a volley of fecks. Didn't put the chub off this time and even I couldn't miss the next vicious stab round of the quiver tip. A lovely plump chub in the onion bag.
I caught up with him again a bit further down, another chub on. Mind the stinking black death he said. One less of the ravening horde. Dreadful things.
Another cracking day Loafer. I'd commented on the general composty nature of his van earlier in the car park. Check this out.
Several moves later we were back in the original swim and after dismantling Mandelson and Mountbatten and the scourge of VAR the Loafer got a bit of his mojo back and retackled his totting gear and was soon rewarded with his first chub of the day, way down the trot with a big lump of Wharby Orange.
He generously handed me a decent wrap to eat on the way home from the bowels of the van. Wrapped up and everyhing. Half way through ramming it greedily in my cakehole I detected a familiar whiff. A real live muck heap stinking brandling.....
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ReplyDeleteMy car can look similar to the back of Loafers van at times.
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