I knew it was a daft idea, but I'd nowt else to do so I went down to the sluice for a bit of a chuck today. It was far too bright & far too hot but what the hell...
Jock was down there when I arrived and was catching, so I setup quickly and was soon into the fish - a LOT smaller and more infrequent than yesterday, but fish nonetheless. I drew the line at inch & a half daddy ruffe, which told me there was nowt else there. Dave Humph came down for a natter and while he was with us, Gord Burton arrived, bag on his back and lure rod in hand. After a bit of a banter, Humph took charge of the lure rod and we were off to have a bit of a chuck onthe next peg.
Before I go any further, I'd just like to point out that the last time I touched a multiplier, I was cutting line off it with a Stanley knife - and that was thanks to someone else. I watched as Humph chucked the lure across the sluice and within a couple of chucks he'd got the hang of it. There weren't any fish following or grabbing it, but at least he'd got to grips with the tackle. After a while he passed it to me for a chuck and sat down for a fag. While all this was going on, Gord & Jock were on the next peg chatting. Within three chucks, I had a big bunch of line hanging off the reel and it all went a bit Pete Tonge. Gord was quick to notice the problem and was soon on hand to sort it out - and flinging the lure to within a couple of inches of the far bank stick-ups. I'll stick to the pole from now on I think...
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