A bit like Engerland Baz Bollocks (Spot on Jim Maxwell) today was an absolute shower of shite. I'd done my back in yesterday taking an innocuous walk up the drive and it wasn't a lot better today so I painfully unloaded the feeder paraphernalia in favour of the 'light' chub gear. Long drive down to Chocolate Box Cottage-cum-Devil Dog land on the border defining Stour. Looked in good nick, so I took the only logical decision to put an hour free ticket on the dash of the Charabanc and walk in to town to spend considerably more than I would save by coming back to buy an up to 4 hour ticket as opposed to an all day one. Enjoyed my pint of Crouch Vale and 'spicy my arse' dried Haba beans though.
and I even good naturedly ignored the doggy antics in my next baited swim..
Giving Fido a wide berth I opted for the 'One before the Banker' swim and a definite tap, tap, pull which I missed having only pricked the chub. Cue the welcome arrival of The Loafer to act as
Ghillie and Lens Man. Having shown me a promising crease after the twats with no sense had done their usual open the sluices for no reason afternoon duties he set about documenting the most inept hour of 'angling' he has ever witnessed (since last time).
Can't add to that..
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