Sauce for the goose

Arrived at the undisclosed Midlands stillwater for a tea drinking social with Essex Scribbler  to find it was mostly solid. Undeterred we made our way to a couple of wider spots with some open water and were greeted by several empty lager tins and makeshift rod rests.  They weren't Special Brew cans.  Thus opened our discussion, starting with the emboldened 40% whose repulsive views were no longer infra dig, emboldened by Trump and cramming in as many Fall references as we could via not having a thermostat for the heating (App), ear syringing or otherwise, mullet or not on the fly, money grabbing dentists, the  toady Farage and Gove, angling guides and how shite footie is . 

Out with mostly sardines and on with the kettle. Cue the arrival of this fella.

Obviously used to being fed it swaggered up to us like an avian Liam Gallagher, all wings behind it's back and neck craned up to the mic. No tambourine or una-browed brother though. The Scribbler's attention was diverted and  his steaming hot mug of tea unattended. That was all Goosey Gallagher needed and he was mad for it, stabbing his beak in the mug and necking the tea.

Now that calm looking area was we thought cat ice. Well the Scribbler did anyway and sent a big lead and half a manky herring through it, reasoning that a sardine wasn't up to the job. He did momentarily wonder why the line wasn't sinking....

Several mugs of tea later (never serve the Scribbler less than a full mug) and a light breeze developed. Scribbler's floating line started to move and the drop-off  dropped off with a ping. Winding down into sort of nothing he looked up to see his big lead and manky half a herring sliding across the obviously not cat ice and plop in to the free water.  Liam the Goose found it most amusing.

Having just made one of even more teas later my line pinged out of the drop-off and as we were dealing with what turned out only to be a liner Liam  took his chance and was in my tea right up to the fur on his parka hood. I was not fooking having that.

And yes that arm of the undisclosed Midlands still water is still a barren fishless desert, even from the other bank.