With the Spring League now over, attention turned to the S&DAA flyer on Sunday on the Rufford Canal at Spark Bridge.
It was a 'close & puthery' morning, to coin a well-used Blaster Bates phrase with rain not far away but just holding off. There were plenty of familiar faces gathered, including Ian Gardner - now fully recovered from the old 'caster in the bottom of the brew' gag the week before in the shop. After some deliberation over the pegging, we were soon off down the bank - back towards Town Meadow swing-bridge. The only pegs with any features were at either end, so the prospects for the rest of us weren't that promising.
I was on peg 4, with Dave Hodge next to me. From the all-in, Arnie was straight across to the stick-ups and into a fish - which was still ploughing up & down the cut 20 minutes later. It was in the reeds, out of the reeds; under his feet then back across to the far side again. With nowt showing in front on the butty line, I was beginning to get that sinking feeling. All wasn't entirely lost, and after half an hour the first roach showed up and a few of his mates soon followed. As with most matches on there, the first hour had all the activity on the bread, then it fizzled out into a snooze-fest. the usual appearance of bootlace sniggeries didn't happen and with some hybrids crashing about in the nearside margins (including one which went belly-up under Hodgey's keepnet) the fish seemed to pre-occupied with other things...
At the all-out there were a fair few trudging back shaking their heads and most hadn't bothered weighing. As team mates came past, I availed them of news from Wrighty about our new team sponsor - more of that later. The scales arrived at my peg and stumbled up to 1-4-0, the same as Steve Barrett and just nobbling Hodgey who didn't think I'd made a pound, which he weighed.
The route down the side of Spark Bridge is treacherous to say the least - I've been up & down the slope side a few times with the trolley loaded up and its a 'hair-raising' experience if you lose your footing (two sheets, a fly-sheet and a Dundee cross needed to stop everything shifting). After nearly losing the lot into the canal on Sunday, I've given the old canal box a freshen up, so I can at least carry my gear down the steps next Sunday instead of that daft carry-on last week. If nothing else, it's given me a chance to get rid of the stuff I carry around and never use.
It was a 'close & puthery' morning, to coin a well-used Blaster Bates phrase with rain not far away but just holding off. There were plenty of familiar faces gathered, including Ian Gardner - now fully recovered from the old 'caster in the bottom of the brew' gag the week before in the shop. After some deliberation over the pegging, we were soon off down the bank - back towards Town Meadow swing-bridge. The only pegs with any features were at either end, so the prospects for the rest of us weren't that promising.
I was on peg 4, with Dave Hodge next to me. From the all-in, Arnie was straight across to the stick-ups and into a fish - which was still ploughing up & down the cut 20 minutes later. It was in the reeds, out of the reeds; under his feet then back across to the far side again. With nowt showing in front on the butty line, I was beginning to get that sinking feeling. All wasn't entirely lost, and after half an hour the first roach showed up and a few of his mates soon followed. As with most matches on there, the first hour had all the activity on the bread, then it fizzled out into a snooze-fest. the usual appearance of bootlace sniggeries didn't happen and with some hybrids crashing about in the nearside margins (including one which went belly-up under Hodgey's keepnet) the fish seemed to pre-occupied with other things...
At the all-out there were a fair few trudging back shaking their heads and most hadn't bothered weighing. As team mates came past, I availed them of news from Wrighty about our new team sponsor - more of that later. The scales arrived at my peg and stumbled up to 1-4-0, the same as Steve Barrett and just nobbling Hodgey who didn't think I'd made a pound, which he weighed.
The route down the side of Spark Bridge is treacherous to say the least - I've been up & down the slope side a few times with the trolley loaded up and its a 'hair-raising' experience if you lose your footing (two sheets, a fly-sheet and a Dundee cross needed to stop everything shifting). After nearly losing the lot into the canal on Sunday, I've given the old canal box a freshen up, so I can at least carry my gear down the steps next Sunday instead of that daft carry-on last week. If nothing else, it's given me a chance to get rid of the stuff I carry around and never use.
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Have you fished any of the matches at the Sollom?
Yes - on Easter Monday. With fishing in the Spring League I haven't been able to fish any more up until last week.
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