Post by theoldfart on Jul 6, 2012 20:20:59 GMT
As we are all soaked out, thought I would put this one on for a bit of fun.
You ever had a brilliant idea how to catch fish that hasn't worked out??
Years ago there was the West Wight Angling Open Comp, all night job.
We sussed that the local boat fishermen were gutting their catches in Yarmouth harbour when they got in. (They stopped that years ago)
So there were loads of ells in the harbour feeding off the guts.
All we had to do was fish the harbour and we had the chance of winning the sweep for best specimen or heaviest bag.
And no we didn't put our catch together.
I plays fair.
We went down the river that afternoon and dug all our bait, got some fresh mackerel, packed our provisions for the night, filled our flasks, sorted out the gear, bought some small hooks, and got ready for the night ahead.
So we rolls up at 6pm and bugger me it is a wonderful evening and the harbour is packed with 'yachtys'.
'Tell you what' says nipper ,'why don't we go for a quick pint in the King's Head, and let them all sod off?'
11.30 we rolls out of the pub pissed as farts.
Finds our car that is parked on the quay , and eventually manages to coax a worm on the hook. We casts out in the harbour.
6 o'clock next morning the night watchman bangs on the car and wakes us up.
We got heads like 'Berkenhead' but manages to pack our rods up and get home to sleep it off till the pubs open at 12. ( That was in the dark old days when the pubs only open between 12 and 2 on Sundays)
Luckily Mrs Oldfart thought I been fishing all night so I never got a bollocking for going on the lash.
Still it had been a good idea.
Wonder if you lot have had any that didn't quite work out as planned??
You ever had a brilliant idea how to catch fish that hasn't worked out??
Years ago there was the West Wight Angling Open Comp, all night job.
We sussed that the local boat fishermen were gutting their catches in Yarmouth harbour when they got in. (They stopped that years ago)
So there were loads of ells in the harbour feeding off the guts.
All we had to do was fish the harbour and we had the chance of winning the sweep for best specimen or heaviest bag.
And no we didn't put our catch together.
I plays fair.
We went down the river that afternoon and dug all our bait, got some fresh mackerel, packed our provisions for the night, filled our flasks, sorted out the gear, bought some small hooks, and got ready for the night ahead.
So we rolls up at 6pm and bugger me it is a wonderful evening and the harbour is packed with 'yachtys'.
'Tell you what' says nipper ,'why don't we go for a quick pint in the King's Head, and let them all sod off?'
11.30 we rolls out of the pub pissed as farts.
Finds our car that is parked on the quay , and eventually manages to coax a worm on the hook. We casts out in the harbour.
6 o'clock next morning the night watchman bangs on the car and wakes us up.
We got heads like 'Berkenhead' but manages to pack our rods up and get home to sleep it off till the pubs open at 12. ( That was in the dark old days when the pubs only open between 12 and 2 on Sundays)
Luckily Mrs Oldfart thought I been fishing all night so I never got a bollocking for going on the lash.
Still it had been a good idea.
Wonder if you lot have had any that didn't quite work out as planned??