Tuesday, 12 May 2009

I was on my way to the tackle shop...

When I met up with this little fella stalking a shoal of the tiniest yearling roach innocently sipping stuff from the surface.

I was walking a Mepps down the towpath on my way to Tusses tackle emporium to secure myself a few pints of bluebottle spawn, just to see if I could get big perch to grab it in passing, but he grabbed it first, and then fought like crazy to avoid meeting me head on, but there was no choice, my trusty Avon rod, which has tamed fish big enough to eat him whole, curbed his rage.

He looks pissed off! That 'll teach him to hassle minors...

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