Post by theoldfart2 on Nov 26, 2014 19:03:18 GMT
Whilst walking Monty the mutt for his constitutional the other evening I was amazed nay appalled to see several anglers arrive in their cars and unload their fishing gear for the evening.
Bloody hell, I was surprised it didn't turn up in a Pickfords Removal Van they had so much gear.
Great big boxes of the stuff, and then they set off on a long trek along the beach to start fishing.
Are none of these men married or have girlfriends?
(Don't start that bloody 'Partner' business either. 'oh this is my partner'. Who are you Marks and Spencers? What happened to my Lover,Other Half, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Fiancé ,Future Ex, Cook cleaner, Her indoors, What's her/his name? Anything other than bloody 'Partner' It's all so sickly ,nicely tickty boo, politically correct crap.)
Surely they must know that carrying heavy loads is women's work. All they have to do is tell their wife's when they are going fishing, get them to prepare the evenings flask, Nammet etc ,then drive them to the venue, where upon the wife will carry your gear to your designated spot, before returning home to carry on with her domestic duties.
Preparing supper for your return, darning socks etc and waiting expectantly for your call from your mobile to inform her that you have had enough and she can now come and collect all the gear and drive you back home.
Women like to be involved in their husbands hobbies and I know for a fact that if I told Mrs OldFart that she had the opportunity to carry my fishing gear half a mile on a wet cold night she would be elated and privileged at the opportunity.
Unfortunately for Mrs OldFart, I am extremely strict with her about such things and have limited her to the amount of times that she can handle my tackle.
I have restricted her to once in the morning and twice at night.
Then I got to thinking, what is in those great big boxes?
Survival rations for 15 men for a month,or portable television with some sexy DVDS that you can watch clandestinely on the beach with Plastic Pamela your Polythene Playmate?
Not that I have anything against the old 'Organ Grinder' ( sex on the beach, well you know what sand does mixed with lust) but at Whale Chine in November, na can't be that.
So what is in those great bid boxes that guys lugg along the beach.
After all your only going fishing for a few hours, how much gear do you need? A few hooks ,weights and swivels with a bit of bait.
Possibly a portable life raft In case the tide comes in.
there again it could be a Plastic Pamela, because unlike the fishing at least you won't catch crabs.
But I really would be interested if someone on this forum actually took the time to empty one of these great things and list their contents on the site.
A bit like Pandora's box I suspect, but she was a fine woman and I won't say a bad word about her
TOF
Bloody hell, I was surprised it didn't turn up in a Pickfords Removal Van they had so much gear.
Great big boxes of the stuff, and then they set off on a long trek along the beach to start fishing.
Are none of these men married or have girlfriends?
(Don't start that bloody 'Partner' business either. 'oh this is my partner'. Who are you Marks and Spencers? What happened to my Lover,Other Half, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Fiancé ,Future Ex, Cook cleaner, Her indoors, What's her/his name? Anything other than bloody 'Partner' It's all so sickly ,nicely tickty boo, politically correct crap.)
Surely they must know that carrying heavy loads is women's work. All they have to do is tell their wife's when they are going fishing, get them to prepare the evenings flask, Nammet etc ,then drive them to the venue, where upon the wife will carry your gear to your designated spot, before returning home to carry on with her domestic duties.
Preparing supper for your return, darning socks etc and waiting expectantly for your call from your mobile to inform her that you have had enough and she can now come and collect all the gear and drive you back home.
Women like to be involved in their husbands hobbies and I know for a fact that if I told Mrs OldFart that she had the opportunity to carry my fishing gear half a mile on a wet cold night she would be elated and privileged at the opportunity.
Unfortunately for Mrs OldFart, I am extremely strict with her about such things and have limited her to the amount of times that she can handle my tackle.
I have restricted her to once in the morning and twice at night.
Then I got to thinking, what is in those great big boxes?
Survival rations for 15 men for a month,or portable television with some sexy DVDS that you can watch clandestinely on the beach with Plastic Pamela your Polythene Playmate?
Not that I have anything against the old 'Organ Grinder' ( sex on the beach, well you know what sand does mixed with lust) but at Whale Chine in November, na can't be that.
So what is in those great bid boxes that guys lugg along the beach.
After all your only going fishing for a few hours, how much gear do you need? A few hooks ,weights and swivels with a bit of bait.
Possibly a portable life raft In case the tide comes in.
there again it could be a Plastic Pamela, because unlike the fishing at least you won't catch crabs.
But I really would be interested if someone on this forum actually took the time to empty one of these great things and list their contents on the site.
A bit like Pandora's box I suspect, but she was a fine woman and I won't say a bad word about her
TOF
