A great day for a disaster..
A cracking sunny day and I had big plans. After dropping Aidan off at school I popped to Brights and paid £5 for 25 rag! £5 for the love of god. Raced home as Johnny was coming round at 10am to go clay pigeon shooting. Mrs Aitch was coming with us for a first shot of her Beretta. To be honest I hoped she didn't enjoy it, then I could've sold her gun with mine and invested in a nice new shotgun. My plan failed miserably, Johnny had her breaking clays within 30 minutes and she now wants to go again!
Johnny left around 13:00, I had a few jobs to do before I could head off to meet Mark Bessey on Lowestoft South Pier for a bash at an early sole or two. Me and Mrs Aitch went out for brunch down the Kingfisher, I've never seen so much May weed, I hoped it would be clear further south. Mrs Aitch had me running round like the proverbial fly before I could finally get changed, load my gear up and head off to Lowestoft.
Got to Lowestoft, it was busy without being heaving. I could see a rod or two along the pier but plenty of room. First job was to pay the extortionate car parking fee and head off to my peg. Problem number 1, I'd left my money in my other jeans! I can almost hear Karl, "not that old chestnut" and "it wouldn't seem right if you did have any money with you Aitch" etc. Stuck. I couldn't think of anywhere to park free so I just abandoned the motor and hoped I wouldn't get a ticket. A short walk up the pier and I picked a nice spot just before the mast lights, a spot where I'd had a few sole in the past. Rods out reels out and where the feck is my rig wallet? Problem number 2, I'd tied a load of hooklengths and rigs up for the jolly Boys trip in June and left my fecking rig wallet on the bench in the garage!
A frantic call and text to Mark and I managed to blag a couple of flapper rigs and some size 4's off him to make a couple of rigs up. Its not right when your not fishing with your own rigs, doesn't feel right to me anyway, but at least I was fishing. I couldn't have faced an hour plus drive to pick my rig wallet up then driven back again to fish. I suppose it was 16:00 before I finally got fishing, high water was around 15:00 and although there wasn't much colour in the water and the sun was beating down on it, I was confident I would catch something. I had some good bait and some nifty cobbled together rigs on top of the fact Mark had a couple of nice sole the other day just a little further north than where we were fishing. Problem 3, May weed. It wasn't as obvious as it was down my way, but on the first retrieve there were sticky brown globules of stinky puss that could've come straight from satan's nostrils. I wasn't so confident now, 4 hours later and an undersized flounder each and it was time for home.
Many thanks to Mark and Daz for making it a laugh, special thanks to Mark for pulling me out of the cart with the rigs and insulation tape for a thumbie! Thanks also to Pipo Inzaghi for winning the European Championship for AC Milan, a crying shame, all those wasted giro's.....
Johnny left around 13:00, I had a few jobs to do before I could head off to meet Mark Bessey on Lowestoft South Pier for a bash at an early sole or two. Me and Mrs Aitch went out for brunch down the Kingfisher, I've never seen so much May weed, I hoped it would be clear further south. Mrs Aitch had me running round like the proverbial fly before I could finally get changed, load my gear up and head off to Lowestoft.
Got to Lowestoft, it was busy without being heaving. I could see a rod or two along the pier but plenty of room. First job was to pay the extortionate car parking fee and head off to my peg. Problem number 1, I'd left my money in my other jeans! I can almost hear Karl, "not that old chestnut" and "it wouldn't seem right if you did have any money with you Aitch" etc. Stuck. I couldn't think of anywhere to park free so I just abandoned the motor and hoped I wouldn't get a ticket. A short walk up the pier and I picked a nice spot just before the mast lights, a spot where I'd had a few sole in the past. Rods out reels out and where the feck is my rig wallet? Problem number 2, I'd tied a load of hooklengths and rigs up for the jolly Boys trip in June and left my fecking rig wallet on the bench in the garage!
A frantic call and text to Mark and I managed to blag a couple of flapper rigs and some size 4's off him to make a couple of rigs up. Its not right when your not fishing with your own rigs, doesn't feel right to me anyway, but at least I was fishing. I couldn't have faced an hour plus drive to pick my rig wallet up then driven back again to fish. I suppose it was 16:00 before I finally got fishing, high water was around 15:00 and although there wasn't much colour in the water and the sun was beating down on it, I was confident I would catch something. I had some good bait and some nifty cobbled together rigs on top of the fact Mark had a couple of nice sole the other day just a little further north than where we were fishing. Problem 3, May weed. It wasn't as obvious as it was down my way, but on the first retrieve there were sticky brown globules of stinky puss that could've come straight from satan's nostrils. I wasn't so confident now, 4 hours later and an undersized flounder each and it was time for home.
Many thanks to Mark and Daz for making it a laugh, special thanks to Mark for pulling me out of the cart with the rigs and insulation tape for a thumbie! Thanks also to Pipo Inzaghi for winning the European Championship for AC Milan, a crying shame, all those wasted giro's.....
He won't be walking alone tonight, sweet revenge for battering them 3-0 in the first half two years ago only to be mugged by Gerrard in the second half. I feel a transfer request coming on...
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