News via the all important interweb thingy, Golden Pond was off the off list so plans hatched for an early doors work finish for a pre-prandial bait dipping off my Island Paradise, with some urgency as news flash in. Next Nearly gate firmly bolted as the prima donna pigs had got just got jiggy, and with the noticeable rise in temperature it was highly likely they would be at it again on the Pond so jankers imminent.
One car in the car park and an erstwhile fellow member ensconced on my Island Paradise with a cauldron of fishy activity to both areas of cover. He said he was going soon but nothing worse than someone waiting behind you for a double dip of sloppy seconds to put you off your stroke. He did file a silkweed free report though. One firmly stored away in the bank.
So rickety staging it was then. Took a little while for the pellets to work, and a confident sail away of the Puddle Chucker missed. And yes that foul green curse all over the exposed hook. Bastard stuff. And it started to rain. Fine rain, but rain.