Gruff and I got out together, for the first time in ages. I'm no teacher, expert or owt. And not fishing for the last three weeks has made me pretty irritable to say the least. But we moved to a river across the county border in search of a decent Pike or two.
And we did not have a sniff of a fish. No real problem is it, as Gruff said "It's called fishing kid and not catching". Blank trips do not bother me, when you're on the water in such glorious weather, having a natter, a catch up who can complain. Your a fucking jynx mate, see you next season!
The painting below was done by Sir John Gilbert in the nineteenth century, entitled "Morning of the Battle of Agincourt". It's my favourite, plenty of books over the years both fact and fiction have been devoured by me on this subject. As a nation we have some great history, though we could maybe do with some chaps with Longbows on the French side of the channel tunnel at present. Problem solved surely?
He looks like a Fox who has been "lamped".
Lastly I'll get this in early. Gents a Christmas social on Saturday December the twelfth? We don't get together like we used to, so rather than call and text I'm putting it on here.
Mr. DD, Glen C, Carl, KCI, Gruff, Rich The Float Maker. A little laugh prior to Christmas on a local stretch for Pike and Perch. What say you?