Sunday, 23 May 2010
It was a lovely morning so I thought I would take a walk along my favourite river as I had not been to look at her since last March.Water clarity was perfect and I saw plenty of various species looking very amorous.It surprising how much a river can change in a few months.It looked refreshed and replenished.
Would it look this way if the close season was abolished ?Anyway I was walking along and rounded a bend in the river to be confronted with a spectacle that will stay with me until my last breath.
Their,in full sight was a man,watching a shoal of spawning Barbel.Jogging bottoms round his ankles having a wank.I offed a cough to let this beast know I was behind him.He looked around with a look of pure panic on his face,he struggled to pull up his clothing and was off like a scalded cat.
But he left behind the evidence of whom he represented.Also he left a radio that I threw away in disgust.But it was still going and I heard the words"Agent Farmpton,agent Farmpton are you still with us ?""This is Spawn Spot HQ,are you still receiving over ?"
I have fished with some right characters over the passage of time,but never would I thought to have found such damming evidence on the bank,of something akin to bestiality.
Look at the magazine,in the photo.If it's encouraging it's members to act in this fashion,then I'm not surprised they are viewed with suspicion.It spoilt a good walk and frankly I need a lie down.