Post by theoldfart2 on Nov 28, 2014 20:54:42 GMT
I was just thinking about my old tackle bag ( the fishing one) and the old memories started flooding back, helped by the fact that Jethro Tull was on the wireless.
I remember when I used to take the old BSA bike down to the Causeway and dig my own bait.
Now the same bit of mud is an SSI order , put on by some tosspots who are only interested in maintaining their own jobs. Dig bait there now and ,, well I wonder what would happen?
Would you you be arrested and put in prison for digging up a few worms?
Think I may try it to see what happens.
Back to Jethro Tull.
Did we really have long hair and Kaftans with cravats?
Vespa and Lambretta scooters, Triumph T101, The old Vincent Black Shadow. And the BSA Goldstar!
Then we started courting and the days of the canvas tackle box with the split cane rods tied along the seat over the handlebars was changed to the A35 van, the Ford Anglia ( sports edition with the sports steering wheel big whip ariels and go faster stripes). Radio Luxembourg ( the great smell of Aquamanda Aftershave) and that bloody French beacon that kept bleeping after 10 pm.
Beer at 8 pints a quid and 4 gallons of petrol for the same.
Sitting on the beach with my 5 Park Drive, and a couple of bottles of Burts Best Bitter fishing the West Wight or Readers all night comps, before the weigh in at Carrisbrooke or the Prison Officers Club with the bacon butties, great times.
I really miss the Open all night comps. I assume they were canceled because of sneaky beaky bastxxds cheating as the prizes got too big.
Or was it because everyone got rid of their Ford Capris, got married and weren't allowed to stay out all night?
Either way it's a shame they are gone .
I remember one year my mate had a brilliant idea how we could win the 'Heaviest Bag' prize.
''Easy ' he said . 'All the fishermen gutt their fish in Yarmouth Harbour when they get in' ( doing this now is a minimum of 12 years inside) and there are hundreds of Silver Ells feeding off the guts. All we have to do is fish off the wall and we will win first and second prize.'
Fuxxxng brilliant and foolproof easy money without breaking the rules.
So down we go at 6 pm and Sod's law the weather is warm and the Yachtys are everywhere.
'No problem 'say my mate, 'We will just pop into the a Kings Head, for a quick one, let them bugger off and we still have plenty of time as the fish feed better at night'
Five and a half hours later, pissed as two farts we leave the Kings Head, stagger back to the harbour, bait the rods and drop them in and fall asleep in the car until 8 the next morning, when we both had heads like Birkenhead.
Proper fishing that was, youngster today don't know they are born!
I remember when I used to take the old BSA bike down to the Causeway and dig my own bait.
Now the same bit of mud is an SSI order , put on by some tosspots who are only interested in maintaining their own jobs. Dig bait there now and ,, well I wonder what would happen?
Would you you be arrested and put in prison for digging up a few worms?
Think I may try it to see what happens.
Back to Jethro Tull.
Did we really have long hair and Kaftans with cravats?
Vespa and Lambretta scooters, Triumph T101, The old Vincent Black Shadow. And the BSA Goldstar!
Then we started courting and the days of the canvas tackle box with the split cane rods tied along the seat over the handlebars was changed to the A35 van, the Ford Anglia ( sports edition with the sports steering wheel big whip ariels and go faster stripes). Radio Luxembourg ( the great smell of Aquamanda Aftershave) and that bloody French beacon that kept bleeping after 10 pm.
Beer at 8 pints a quid and 4 gallons of petrol for the same.
Sitting on the beach with my 5 Park Drive, and a couple of bottles of Burts Best Bitter fishing the West Wight or Readers all night comps, before the weigh in at Carrisbrooke or the Prison Officers Club with the bacon butties, great times.
I really miss the Open all night comps. I assume they were canceled because of sneaky beaky bastxxds cheating as the prizes got too big.
Or was it because everyone got rid of their Ford Capris, got married and weren't allowed to stay out all night?
Either way it's a shame they are gone .
I remember one year my mate had a brilliant idea how we could win the 'Heaviest Bag' prize.
''Easy ' he said . 'All the fishermen gutt their fish in Yarmouth Harbour when they get in' ( doing this now is a minimum of 12 years inside) and there are hundreds of Silver Ells feeding off the guts. All we have to do is fish off the wall and we will win first and second prize.'
Fuxxxng brilliant and foolproof easy money without breaking the rules.
So down we go at 6 pm and Sod's law the weather is warm and the Yachtys are everywhere.
'No problem 'say my mate, 'We will just pop into the a Kings Head, for a quick one, let them bugger off and we still have plenty of time as the fish feed better at night'
Five and a half hours later, pissed as two farts we leave the Kings Head, stagger back to the harbour, bait the rods and drop them in and fall asleep in the car until 8 the next morning, when we both had heads like Birkenhead.
Proper fishing that was, youngster today don't know they are born!