The Wednesday evening excursion up the cut with Lee was utterly devoid of action apart from my losing both sets of end tackle and a hundred yards of mono to the propellors of a boat that ploughed straight through my lines while I was distracted and taking pictures of a fish decorated bridge...
It was a lucky thing for me that I was not using a thin but very strong braid line but just eight pound mono, as pulling for a break with two rods at once against thirty unstoppable tons of wood and metal chugging toward Oxford would have resulted in two broken rods, or personal injury.
I cursed the bastards for not stopping when either, a, they saw my gear on the bank, and they do see it alright, make no mistake about that, or b, when they saw me legging it back as fast as my legs would carry me, the two rods inching into the water, or c, when they looked back smiling cheerily at the sight of myself screaming abuse at them, both rods bent double...
Clearly, they assumed I was fighting a double-header of great whites!
Boaters, cant live with em, can't kill em...
Lee hadn't arrived by then so I elected to go home and do the complicated retackle there as it was just too much of a faff doing it on the bank with frozen fingers and no reading glasses. It was only ten minutes brisk walk away, so not a problem.
The boat prop had utterly destroyed my last pair of homebrew zander floats, but luckily I had a couple of 'Irish Pearls' that I'd gathered earlier in the afternoon.
Here's how I go about fishing for them...
First, take your Irish oyster and drink your fill of the Irish Sea
Drink the black stuff right down to the foam and then slice open the belly of the Oyster
The prize, an Irish Pearl...!
It was a lucky thing for me that I was not using a thin but very strong braid line but just eight pound mono, as pulling for a break with two rods at once against thirty unstoppable tons of wood and metal chugging toward Oxford would have resulted in two broken rods, or personal injury.
I cursed the bastards for not stopping when either, a, they saw my gear on the bank, and they do see it alright, make no mistake about that, or b, when they saw me legging it back as fast as my legs would carry me, the two rods inching into the water, or c, when they looked back smiling cheerily at the sight of myself screaming abuse at them, both rods bent double...
Clearly, they assumed I was fighting a double-header of great whites!
Boaters, cant live with em, can't kill em...
Lee hadn't arrived by then so I elected to go home and do the complicated retackle there as it was just too much of a faff doing it on the bank with frozen fingers and no reading glasses. It was only ten minutes brisk walk away, so not a problem.
The boat prop had utterly destroyed my last pair of homebrew zander floats, but luckily I had a couple of 'Irish Pearls' that I'd gathered earlier in the afternoon.
Here's how I go about fishing for them...
First, take your Irish oyster and drink your fill of the Irish Sea
Drink the black stuff right down to the foam and then slice open the belly of the Oyster
The prize, an Irish Pearl...!
Wow a spot of luck there with the handy can.
ReplyDeleteI once lost an 8ft glass rod when I was about 17 to a boat in the same way. I was gutted, it took me months to save up for anoother rod.
Irish Pearls...
ReplyDeleteI love it.
I hope you got more pictures of the bridge. I'd like to see them.
Um... pardon my colonial iggernance... but what's the purpose of that lump of plastic in your beer can?
ReplyDeleteBesides providing a new float, obviously...
Raz, I have some to publish soon.
ReplyDeleteSteve. It's called a widget and was invented by Guinness boffins back in the eighties to provide the creamy head that draught guinness out of a barrel is famous for, but in a can.
See here ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widget_(beer)
Ah. Does it work? When poured into a glass? Or belted down alongside the canal?
ReplyDeleteBeer as an essential component of one's angling kit seems to be trans-oceanic ;)
In any case it's more productive work for boffins than the nuclear thingies so carry on, I say...
It works brilliantly when poured immediately into a glass, and stays sweet to the bottom of the glass, but you have to drink out of the can very quickly otherwise the second half pint rapidly embitters to the point that it's almost undrinkable, Steve.
ReplyDeleteCan you not get this in the US?