Friday, 20 December 2013

Merry Christmas From Yat Rock

Wet where you are?Fuck me am I pissed off!I finished work on Tuesday for three whole weeks and in between the family stuff a fair few fishing trips were planned.I popped into my local tackle emporium on the way home and bought this little lot for some light lure fishing.

As many know I'm one of these odd balls who hates driving,we all have an Achilles in life and driving is mine.When I'm fishing alone I jump on and off trains to get to a few of my local rivers and this little lot weighs next to nothing.But then the rain came and today's trip and probably Mondays also,will bite the bullet as my local rivers are well up and coloured.The weather pattern is the same as last Christmas with large amounts of rain due to fall in the next week,thus pushing the rivers over the banks and into the fields.Really bollocks to it,still I suppose the garlic spam brigade will be knocking one out in anticipation of some Barbel conditions.

But I do love Christmas,and being such a good lad again this year,I'm looking forward to this man popping down the chimney in a few days.

With a little luck he will have for me a copy of the book "Backwinding" by Alan Rawden also the new DVD by Paul Witcher entitled "Magical Waters" anything else will be a bonus,some dry weather though please old boy if you can manage that?

But Christmas came early for us/me as we beat S***s AGAIN at their gaff in the week.I'm not one to really look at other football teams forums,but reading that lot after the defeat had me in stitches.We know at West Ham that we are an up and down club.If things can go wrong,then they will for us.We are used to it and shrug it off.Take the piss and roll with it.

S***s,well they seem to think they should belong in the higher echelons of the footballing pantheons.Bitter,delusional,grandiose bunch of wankers if ever there were.Whine,whinge,moan,feet stomping I could go on and on.

"Those East London Fuckers Done Us Again"
But I'm popping out soon for a cupla pints.So I will wish you all a very Merry Christmas and thank you for reading and enjoying my inane drivel this past year from upon high on Yat Rock.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Friday, 6 December 2013

Doppelgangers of the Angling Wold Part XXVII

Time for another one of these to grace Yat Rock.Have either of these two fine fellows been seen on the bank at the same time?

Below we have all round inept Dad from the US hit series that is Family Guy,holding on to some pussy that he fought long into the night.RIP Brian the dog

And below we have Boltonian wit and all round good egg(or so I've been told) Mr.Ian "Crooky" Crook.Now Ian also happens to be the Chairman of Twyford and District Angling Club,a permit I had for a couple of seasons and some lovely water is to be had with this club too,though one particular venue does get a little busy for my liking.But another string to his bow,is that he is a SUPER MODERATOR,on Barbel Fatwa World,if anyone can let me know how one becomes a SUPER MODERATOR,please let me know here at Yat Rock,for their is a small prize of a packet of hooks waiting for you,keep it clean though.And they are free!

Meanwhile Over In The Welsh Marches..............

A chairman of a single species group,can be found with his new prize possession.I think he may have found his vocation in life?

No fishing for me this weekend as I'll be stuck in the office unfortunately,still even that beats Christmas Shopping.And we are away to Liverpool,this could be very messy for us if we play as bad as we did against Crystal Palace the other evening,fingers crossed Luis Suarez sated his appetite for goals on Wednesday.Though already I'm fearing the worst,but good news Andy "I have a sore foot" Carroll,is back in training,so with some luck he will be back in the Spring.

If your on the bank this weekend,tight lines.

Be Lucky.

Monty D.

Saturday, 30 November 2013

The Parlour Pool

Wide awake at just after three o'clock this morning,no other river in this country can do that to me ahead of a days fishing.I love the Hampshire Avon,it is in my eyes the most supreme of rivers in the UK.

We arrived just in time for me to take a couple of quick photo's prior to our days Pike trip in the Parlour Pool.

Sunrise over Pipes.

Gruff and I had made the trip down from Surrey,also tagging along was Coops who had traveled down the night before from Worcester.The day started well,Coops with his first cast,using a lure was in straight away and was rewarded with a Pike of 10.15.Now I cannot put a photo up of Coops owing to the nature of his job(no not a male escort),but he tends to travel to the middle east a fair bit.And anymore than that information could cause problems.Well done that man!

It looked like it would be a good day,but I  left the lads to it after an hour.The levels below the main sluice were to low for my liking,two anglers can fish the deeper water with no problems but three is an angler to many.Here is Gruff doing a good likeness of a garden gnome trying to snatch a few live baits.

Gruff and Coops no doubt slandering the world.
I moved and fished from the little weir,all the way down the back water until it meets the main river again and drew a blank.Jumping swims every half an hour the dead baits went unmolested.I used lures with no joy,grabbed the whip to try and catch some live baits,but was minnowed out as we all were.Why can you never catch Roach and Dace when you need them for bait?I fished bloody hard too and could not raise a fish.

Just after 15.30 I saw a Pike strike out at prey fish under this tree,a good depth here of around six feet.So I gently flicked the bait under it and waited and waited until I could not see the float.And then joined the boys back in the parlour while we packed up after half an hour in the dark.

Was I disappointed,yes a little but I also know what a ball breaker of a river this can be.Sure I prefer the water above Christchurch,Hale Park being one of my favorites.Two friends have tickets for the Longford Estate,no guest tickets here though,but at well over five hundred pound per season I guess they can keep it how they want.

Gruff and I did think of getting a Ringwood permit the other season.But it takes around two hours each way,so in truth you have to be practical about these things.So it leaves the Royalty or Britford for the day ticket angler.Fisherman will always be drawn to this river,time and time again,sure blanks seem to out weigh the good days.And it is not the river it was,are any these days?The Roach that the late John Searl caught from the boom swim,on the cinder path are but a moment in time,a cherished memory for the  angler in question and looked at by me with awe.I was looking at those photos again last night,in his book A Brush with the Avon and I took a moment to walk up and stand in that swim today.You see with me,when you fish the Avon,your not only fishing,but your walking in the foot steps of the greats of our sport.You can day dream and just smile and count your blessings,to be on such a historic water way.It is in my eyes how Carp anglers view Redmire Pool.

Na,it's not such a kick in the nuts,that no other fish graced the bank for us three today.Because next time,it may be the fish of your dreams and that is the thing that pulls you back,always will.

Footnote:-Coops your fish does not now count,as no lures or spinning are permitted in the Parlour Pool,so you sir are a fraud.Also if anyone is fishing the Parlour soon,watch out for Seagulls as Gruff had a belting run today,that left his trace up a tree.Yep you two wondered while I slipped away for some peace and quiet.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Monty D

Thursday, 21 November 2013

London O Hull 4

Right so I will get the boring fishing bit out of the way first,thus enabling me to move onto more pressing issues that were spotted today from Yat Rock.

Last Sunday I nipped out for a very quick two hour session on a  river local to me.Leaving the house at 0800,I was fishing within fifteen minutes.Trying for a Chub or two fishing bread crust as bait.Only the one bite in the second swim,resulting in this small Chub.Back home to cook the girls breakfast by 10.00,then onto yet more DIY.How boring was that?Ok it was cold and lot's of leaf litter were abound,I'm sure you get the idea.

Now to this.The great cosmopolitan city of Hull has been awarded the accolade of becoming the "UK City of Culture for 2017"Do what?No I found it hard to fathom out also.Today I have found out a few facts and figures to back this up.

1.The boiled sweet was invented there!That may be why the locals wear an expression of sucking on a Sherbet Bon Bon.
2.Sinnita is Hull City's most famous fan.That speaks volumes eh.
3.Ninety five percent of houses were hit in the blitz.And it certainly shows.
4.More than a quarter of the population are under the age of 20.Does this make you think the city is a hot bed of go getting,like a latter day silicon valley.Or as I thought a haven for single mothers on "Bens" and lay abouts.

I could go on but I am sure you get the general idea.If you were relaxing with your beloved over a glass of plonk and suggested a weekend away in the UK.You may suggest Bath a nice place,maybe Ludlow for some nice "Foodie" places.But Hull,well I'm not sure.

Imagine....."Darling how about a weekend away in Hull?",you may be be hit with a repost like this."Why would I want to go to the arsehole of the world,near the freezing cold Humber Estuary",a fair point.Perhaps I am being unkind.

Here is a resident of Hull,Mike "Biggun" Berridge and a man I'm glad to call,well an acquaintance.Does this man look like he could adapt well to a cultural environment.Enjoy the Arts,discuss architects of merit.Or is he more of a candy floss and ale,at the world renowned Hull Winter fair kind of man.Looking very much like Onslow in his wife beater vest in the photo below,he looks like he would struggle to find culture in a ten year old yogurt pot,languishing at the back of his fridge.I rest my case,though Robert Crampton writing in today's Times newspaper,mounted a stiff defense of his home city,but of course he now lives in London.Top columnist though is Robert!

I've mentioned before of my enjoyment with what the Paddy Power marketing team come up with.And this today,is just so spot on it is untrue.One a man of the cloth,another the ex-mayor of Toronto.Both love a crack pipe and a brass.Touche!

Upton Park for me this Saturday and another silly kick of time of 17.30 for our game against Chelsea.A royal pain in the arse are these late games.I end up watching them with one hand over my left eye just to focus.But next time I update I will try and keep it strictly fishing,as Gruff and I are off to the Royalty and the Parlor Pool,for a days Pike fishing next week.

A premature enjoy your weekend from me.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Doppelgangers of the Angling World Part XXVI

It has been a while since one of these graced the blog and as promised,for Mark Walters mainly who has expressed a liking for these doppelgangers.Has anyone ever seen these two fine fellows on the bank at the same time?

Below we have that astronaut extraordinaire and way ahead of his time was he in the space race Mr.Spoon.With a lovely shot of a common Carp caught from an oh so secret water.No doubt stalked out in the correct manner,with an ancient cane rod and a jelly bean as bait.  

And below we have author,teacher,sometimes genius musician and Captain Beefheart apostle Mr.Jon Berry.Here we see Jon on the internet,now Jon being something of a traditional angler he has not caught up with this broad band malarkey as of yet.Nice boots though!I do own a nice cane rod that Jon sold me a good few years back,one of my favorites it is too.God knows how he manages to write with such style having spoons as hands.

Quell Surprise Now.........Does anyone remember the shenanigans that went on in Newcastle last season after they were beaten by Sunderland.Not content with smashing up their own toon,this chap was so pissed he fancied a straightener with a police horse.Never a good idea in my eyes,man weighs in at let us say fourteen stone,horse,well I guess a hell of a lot more.Barry Rogerson was recently sentenced to twelve months for violent disorder,but shock horror he was on disability benefit.Why am I not surprised?I suppose he was trying out for a guest spot on the Jeremy Kyle Show.

What next,Yorkshire folk are tight at the bar exclusive.     

Be Lucky.

Monty D.

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Hill Street Blues Barbel Fishing

Well the last few months have simply flown by since I last sat down to update this blog,work,work and more work has been the main theme.I seem to spend my whole life going up and down on a train six or seven days a week.

Add to the mix Lady D is morphing into Bridezilla,as we move towards our nuptials in April.How can a small family wedding bring so much angst?I'm keeping well out of it,letting the girls do all the planning.The brides dress has been changed numerous times,flower choice and catering is getting her in a right mess.It is easy for me as I just say"What ever you want darling I'm happy with,oh and while your up pour me another glass please".Or have I planned my speech yet?Well no,I will just make it up on the day,how hard can it be.

I have manged a few and I mean very few short trips out on the river.Nothing major on the fish front,a few Perch to just over two pounds,some Chub and a couple of small Barbel.I did have the pleasure of photographing a lovely Barbel of thirteen pounds for a young lad a few weeks back.A real stocky fish,it kind of makes a mockery of some of the "magic scale" fish I have seen in the gallery over on Fatwa.One that springs to mind is a supposedly 13.2 from the Trent.Jesus it looks around eight pounds top whack,so why do it.

I popped out today for five hours and drew a blank.The river was still up about a foot or so,having been around three feet up in the week,according to the scum line on the far bank.I roamed around slip sliding in the mud and tried half a dozen swims to no avail.Still a very mild day but with the wind bringing the leaves down it was awkward.I thought on the way down I would nick a couple of fish,but not a tap registered on the tip.

Normally A Banker Swim

Now where does the Hill Street Blues come in?Well our old friends on Fatwa really made a couple of us chuckle with this thread...

Good lord,yes the outside can be rather inclement at certain times of the year and this weekend could be "Pwoper Nawty".But do we,as adults really need to be told "Be careful out their" .I know just stepping out your front door can bring certain pitfalls(Remember the poor couple in Beetlejuice),but fuck me,no really come on gentleman.Lots of hand wringing over on Fatwa at present too,people have been banned for having the brass neck to ask a question.But like all good communists,the protagonist are sent to the gulag.Still on-wards and  upwards,remember "Support your BFW team",as dear old Johnny Walker said.And to hell with free speech and being able to offer a different view point,anyone remember the film The Killing Fields?Dith Pran did not drink the blood of a cow,so he could not have his voice heard.

Be Careful You Fatwa Zealouts.
Keeping with the forum Barbel theme,the BS forum has a bit of a "Chap" posting at present.A chap who goes by the name of Ben Griffiths,bit of a lairy geezer he be.If you do not cede to his point of view then your a prick,charming I must say.Also it seems one forum poster has taken Celebrity Wife Swap,to his heart and is really going for it.Mate it's not good to try and squire your mates misses.Tsk,tsk.I have a doppelganger of him coming soon.

Anyway enjoy the rest of your weekend and if your bank side,be careful out their.

Be Lucky

Monty D.

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Moth Balls

The last couple of weeks I've had a few phone calls and text messages to inquire why I have stopped updating the blog?I have been out for a couple of short sessions,but I have hardly had the time to look online lately.And with this in mind this blog will be put into moths balls for a few months.

This venue below has caught my eye recently and it has yielded a few fish.But with it being very small and intimate,I'm not too comfortable at all blogging about this particular river.

My time will be limited over the next few months,we have not long had an extension put in that houses the new kitchen,also the house needs a lick of paint  with the last Bank Holiday weekend spent tarting up the sitting room.Also and much more time consuming is that I have been offered a promotion at work.I have deliberated over the last two weeks whether or not to take this role on.Financially it is a no brainier,with a good increase for me.On the downside this will entail much longer hours,no more leaving early on a Friday for a cupla pints.I'll not expect to get home until around 20.00Hrs most days in the future.But I'm forty three now and with my heart set on retiring at fifty the new role had to be taken.Sold my soul to the corporate behemoth that is,na I cant say;-0.

I enjoy doing this blog as I'm sure all fellow bloggers do,while they spend time on there own blogs.And if I'm only going to do it half arsed,then that is not for me.All or nothing is my way,not unlike Black and White from last season.

But one more semi rant before the self enforced sabbatical. What a total and utter prick Gareth Bale looks.You earn good money at S***s,why dress like you want to be in a bleeding boy band.Pink is one of my favorite colours,but a back to front baseball cap.This is so,so wrong on every level.

Now S***s,if you chaps do not qualify for Champions League football this season,considering the vast amounts you have spent.Then you never will!And I for one will look forward to you imploding again.

So until I hope the late Autumn.

Be Lucky.

Monty D

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Doppelgangers of the Angling World Part XXV

We have not had one of these since June so without further ado I'll crack on.Has anyone ever seen these fine fellows on the bank at the same time?

Below we have the Edwin twins Max and Mark who are currently appearing in the current series of Big Brother,over on that channel of all things kitsch,yep channel Five.Bloody awful is this Big Brother malarkey,but Lady D likes it so I have seen various snippets,in between walking in and out of the sitting room pissing and moaning about the dross.

And below we have ace blogger and Loddon angler extraordinaire Joe Glenny,with a nice Loddon Barbel that he caught recently.If you win the final and the filthy lucure Joe you know where to find me.

Keeping with the television for a second,I have mentioned before that not an awful lot on the box captures my imagination.But I did watch the whole series of Count Arthur Strong,that finished on BBC2 last night.Six episodes of madness and that veered from comedy to utter weirdness in my eyes.But I loved it,totally different to any comedy I have seen for years.Steve Delaney as Count Arthur gave a masterclass in acting as the dotty old sod.Did anyone else manage to catch it?It has certainly has caused a stir,some loathe it with a passion,others loved it.I guess you have to be a little odd to love it and I wear the odd hat with some style.

Count Arthur Strong

Football tonight and central London was awash today with Scotland fans on the piss.Kilts and ginger wigs were everywhere.It's Scotland's World Cup Final when they play us and as ever they have traveled in numbers.I'm looking forward to this,as this game is never,ever a "Friendly".They so badly want to stuff us and it is reciprocated from the English ranks.

Two-Nil England is my prediction.I wonder if Rooney will start the game as I fancy him to score first at 9/2,though shall hold fire until before the teams are announced.

Be Lucky.

Monty D

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Still No Tench

Today Gruff and I popped down to a different lake on the complex hopeful of a Tench or two and failed again to find that elusive Tinca.This lake below was a lot more to my liking than the lake above where we fished last month.It looked more "Tenchy",had a much better depth with around four feet or so in the edge,with a deeper channel running through the middle of the lake.

So what went wrong? Hoards and hoards and I mean hoards of small Roach,Rudd,Silver Bream and Bleak,it was akin to a Mongol invasion of small stuff.Now Gruff fished two rods,one on the float and a feeder rod,baited with two pieces of real corn and a fake piece fished on a hair rig.Time and again the two real bits were stripped down leaving just the fake corn left.

He soldiered on though and was rewarded if that is the right term,with this Bream and was snapped up  on the float rod by what he said felt like a very solid fish.

That Shirt Will Hum A Bit.
I decided to float fish,alternating between Corn and Maggots as bait.I could not keep a bait in the water for more than five minutes.Time and again suicidal small fish hung themselves,two large bits of corn were soon bashed up until the float slid away.All the fish I caught were of this stamp below and I lost count after around forty or so.

So what can be done to get into the Tench that we know the lake holds.On the way back we discussed this.We both agreed a boilie approach may help us.But me being me,I do not want to fish this way on a small Estate Lake,I have fished in this manner on large lakes and gravel pits years ago and it works.But on here,I just do not want too.Like many of us we have a preferred style of fishing,it may hinder us a great deal.But when we do get it right it's all the sweeter,though when that will be god alone knows.

The predators were very active today,with prey fish scattering in all areas of the lake.I also spent an hour stalking two nice Carp,who were aware of my presence.This lake see's very little angling pressure and they simply just melted away each time some crust was placed near by.Canny bastards.

But we also had Princess Lola with us today,I had not seen her for a while.So Gruff took this photo of his little darling.She was somewhat shocked to see me using a cane rod and not dressed in tweed,but each to their own eh Lola?

Clever dog though,a while back Gruff was fishing with two lads from THE REGIMENT,those bastions of excellence based in Hereford.Sandwiches were left on the bank,Lola crept up on the blindside,ate the sandwich filling and slipped away undetected.Way to go lads I feel so much safer with you two looking after our national interests ;-0.

"No tweed you pikey tramp"
But you know how it is,you did not catch what you were after.But you still spent more time laughing than anything,so it's not all bad.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Be Lucky.

Monty D

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Nuff Said

I know I know I am a miserable old sod.But enough already,buying a paper for the next week is out of the question.Scared to turn on the television for fear of a gushing overload of forelock tugging.Even good old dependable left wing Radio Four has lost the plot.

I'm glad the family are all fit and healthy and I wish the young Prince a long and healthy life.But it's all to much for me.

But this made me chuckle out loud today when I spotted it,in the local shop.It is my kind of humour to a "T".

Be Lucky.

Monty D.

Saturday, 20 July 2013

Staying Local

This morning I paid my first visit this season to my local river with the intention of having a mornings trotting.On the walk down to where I wanted to fish,the river was low and sluggish.This beat really does suffer from the doldrums in the summer when we have no rain what so ever.Even so on the twenty minute walk to where I wanted to be,I was still surprised to see the bank completely empty of anglers.

I fancied this area as know one can fish above you for about a hundred yards and the same from below.Also it does has a good flow of oxygenated water going through it that I assumed would be beneficial today.I started to trot the far bank and the float was not going through how I wanted it too,a stiff downstream wind was hampering my presentation.A better float angler than I may have fared better and after half an hour for two Minnows I gave up.

I slung a Barbel rod out under the near bank about thirty yards down stream.Your fishing for one Barbel a session down here these days,so the one cast with a boilie and a bag full of chops I sat back.Not a touch until noon when a very violent take with out any warning occurred.The rod bent then snapped back lifeless.In between the worst of curses I checked the end tackle and the hook link had parted mid way down.Now I'm one of these fastidious bores with my rigs,checking knots through a small magnifying glass and checking my main line and hook links for any little imperfections.If I'm not happy I'll start over.

I put a small bomb on and had a lead about,snagged,snagged,snagged all the way down the near bank run.It appears since I last fished this swim back in September last season,the winter floods had deposited god knows what in the vicinity.Crass bad angling is that,not to have a lead about prior to fishing and I've only myself to blame.I did it on opening night on the Severn,but not today.I'll not self flagellate,but I'm still a bit pissed off.With this river it could have been anything from a single figure fish to a good mid double,topping out heavier at the back end.

Walking back around 1300.Hrs the banks were still empty,like the others I'll give it a miss until we get some rain.

Snag city the inside run.


Enjoying The Ashes?It's great at the moment is it not?Last Sunday I still thought we would get that wicket after lunch and we did.Today is going well also,though I still think Broad should have walked in the first Test.It is all well and good pundits and ex-players stating that batsman don't walk in the modern game.Who cares really,well I do.Football is played by a load of cheating,coning bastards.Athletics appears to be riddled with drug use.But Cricket I think should still be played with some moral stance.Just because so and so does not walk,it does not follow suit that you should be a lemming also.Yes winning is important,but to me it is how you win and last weekend was not the correct way.

This made me laugh though,the advert was in yesterdays Times news paper.Paddy Power has got it spot on again with their marketing.Though the way Cook is batting he may well have been at the crease since 1770.

Time for a cold bottle of Thatchers cider,so enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Be Lucky.

Monty D.

Saturday, 6 July 2013

British and Irish Lions

Class sheer class.What can you say about that? A total annihilation of the Wallaby's.Now I sorted my tackle last night,deliberating whether to go fishing or pop into the Dukes Head to watch the final Test.I chose the rugby.I can go fishing more or less when I want within reason,but with it being scorching hot the lure of ice cold cider and male bonding won out.The first Lions tour win since 1997 and we stuffed 'em 16-41.Warren Gatland made a brave decision to drop Brian O'Driscoll for the final test,raising more than a few eyebrows myself included.But he has been exonerated with this great,great result.We started well,then let the Wallaby's back into it near the end of the first half and had a slight wobble at the start of the second half.But class will out ;-0

But the scrummage won the match today.We had a decent ref this time out who in my eyes recognised what a "Scrum" should be.I thought we have been harshly penalised  in the previous two tests.I reckon the principality will be celebrating long into the night and rightly so.

Next up The Ashes and more pain I hope for Australia.Having such close links as country's it is like the home nation games of football from years gone by.No hatred what so ever,gloating rights rule the day.That is what sport should be,played with passion it hurts when you loose and elation when you win.Today I'm the latter.

The demise of biscuit dunking has been on my mind a little lately.I just do not see anyone in the South East partake in this great British ritual.And you know who I blame for this phenomenon,Chandler and his friends.You see it's been so trendy for a while now,oh so achingly trendy to "chill" in a coffee shop and look kewl.

When it's not really trendy it just makes you seem like some bourgeoisie wanker and in essence your probably on benefits,sitting in a coffee shop wearing threadbare second hand clothes and a battered copy of The Iliad.Just do not tell Dave Gauntlett that over on Fatwa,for he is a ranting mad man!No the Great British public I beseech thee,put down the "Skinny Decaff","The Mocha" or what ever else and get dunking and put the great back into Great Britain.

The Great British summer has arrived at long last.The parks will be awash with semi naked flesh,being slowly burnt to a crisp.The beaches will be packed with barely room to swing a cat.Old men asleep in their deckchairs,the better half sitting next to him knitting.Kids bawling as they have dropped their ice cream,that has cost Dad the best part of a weeks wages.

We just do not do it with the style and panache of our Mediterranean cousins.They know how to dress with grace and elegance.Your average British male starts OK at the top.Maybe a Panama tiffter,nice polo shirt and some natty shorts.But then they ruin it all with sandals and feet like these!

Gents it is just not on.This is one reason why a Peacock has got that distinctive cry.Their is your Peacock,his going out(or if your Micky Flannagan his going out,out),looking for his Peahen to give her a large portion of well,you can guess.His strutting along thinking "I'm the don of all Peacocks" looking at his reflection in the shop window until he looks down and clocks his feet and then "Meeeeeeeeeewwwwww,Meeeeeeewwwww".Men of Great Britain may I suggest if you have an inherent need to go sock-less,try and cover up with some nice loafers if your over 40,trainers are permissible for the under 40's,not white Reeboks though unless you live on a sink estate and are called Kyle,Reece or Jason.

Hands up who is not having a BBQ this weekend?Yes the Great British public will make the country gag on the smell of charred dead animal. Men folk will go all hunter gatherer.Standing around the barbie,beer in hand and arguing with his mates."Put some more lighter fuel on" whoosh no eyebrows left.Or "It needs more coal","Hurry up I'm starving,e-coli I shit it".We are having one tomorrow,Jerk Pork,Jerk Chicken,Ribs,Steak all seasoned to perfection by Lady D's fair hand.Home made coleslaw the works.I'm in my element cooking for the family and three of her friends.They will arrive looking all smart and summery.I will assume the role of a white Benson,but come six o'clock when they have been necking Pinot Noir for around four hours,they will be wailing like a load of banshees.It's what we do the British.And for I one would not have it any other way.    

I have rambled on enough,I will be quiet now for a couple of weeks as work is very busy.Unless I can wangle a day off in the week to cast a line,which I doubt very much.So enjoy the weather and the rest of your weekend.

Be Lucky.

Monty D

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Place Your Bets

News came into the Yat Phone early today that Mr.Rich Frampton has resigned his tenure from the committee of the Barbel Society.On his Face Prowler page he said something along the lines of"It is with great regret that I have resigned my position within the Barbel Society,no matter how hard I tried some people are impossible to work with"

Now Rich and I have had various banter over the years on forums and text messages.But now some credit,where credit is due.Rich organised the last Barbel Society Show back in June,friends of mine who were there told me it was brilliant.They had a really good time and Rich it seems pulled it off.He worked so hard on this event that he did not have time to partake in the annual BS ritual of "Spawn Spotting",what ever happen'd to that directive?

So Rich I reckon it's a BS loss and I mean that.Like Fred you can now switch off and just go fishing,away from the worries of protocol.Just happy to be free to do as you want,when you want.

So who was it that Rich felt he could no longer work with,now a good book maker always needs an edge.Here at Yat Rock we employ a varied team of scouts across the globe,who give us feed back enabling us to form a market.

And we have come up with these odds below.

Fred Crouch 100/1
Peter Wheat  150/1
Steve Pope    10/1
Pete Reading  Even Money
Martin Howell 200/1
Don Caliendo 250/1
Phil Buckingham also 250/1
Dave and Mal 1000/1
Rob Hilton 5/1 (Sorry Rob) ;-)
Simon Asbury 150/1
A 1000/1 bar the rest.

So who's your money on?Roll up roll up and place your bets.Telephone bets only please.

The Barbel Society Committee.
Vice President
Secretary and Research & Conservation Chairman
Executive Officer
Executive Officer
Membership Secretary
Barbel Fisher Editor + Merchandise
Website Manager
Conference Organiser
Fisheries Manager
Newsletter Editor

And gent's keep it clean and nice,no vitriolic anti who ever comments will be published.It is just a gentle little piss take as I have been well behaved for so long.I know who my money is on though ;-0.

Be Lucky.

Monty D