That's me an out and out smart arse.Always think I know best,ear to the ground and stroke puller par excellence.So there you are in work on Monday morning,fed up ahead of another tedious week of dross and boring talk from your co-workers(David Brent Speak)Crunts.Who you secretly loathe.Then you hear that the big "Bosses" are in the Middle East all week.
Your ears prick up and a much long forgotten dentist appointment, appears for Wednesday at 13.00.But you and I know, you are off to the river.Tackle was sorted out Tuesday evening for Barbel.Changed my mind today and got home and got the Perch tackle ready.Lobs out of the fridge.MKIV and 'Pin loaded with 5lb line and your off.
Your on the river by 14.00,wind in your hair if you had any.Life is good,you laugh in the face of the of those still at work.Then it goes tit up......
You land this after an hour on your Perch gear.Good fight,nice fish and swim recked to buggery.But you were left alone here from Crayfish unlike Sunday.Though it bodes well for another day.
You then move swims.And you get hammered by Crayfish.You swear,you gesticulate to the heavens and ask "Why me,why oh why".Then a small field mouse pops his head up and says...."Because your supposed to be at work that's why !"Bang to bleeding rights.He then saunters off like he owns the gaff.
What can one say ? I also had two Chub,but no Perch,it was like an early summers afternoon.Perhaps next week I'll go down with my Barbel gear and get a brace of 4 plus Perch ?
And the moral is ? Don't take the piss.