Saturday, 21 February 2015

Doppelgangers of the Angling World Part XXXIII

Before we get to the doppelganger, yep I did fish last weekend, in fact I actually had some company on the bank by way of a change. Carl was down drowning some worms and blanked, while I had one hit on a lure that did not stick. Then spent the rest of the morning thrashing the water to foam, on a rapidly rising river with crank baits and today our lovely little river is in the fields again. Not much you can do about that as it's tendency to piss me off most weekends weather wise is monumental.

The other angler, well it went like this........

"Any joy mate?"
"Na just one hit that did not stick"
"Don't often see anyone, the last person I saw was a guy who comes down by train to fish, must be two years ago. Nice guy, we chatted and he had to dash off and get his train  home and walk his dog"
"That was me mate and it can't have been two years ago as my old boy was put to sleep five years ago this coming April. More like six years ago when we last spoke" We both laughed, but what can you do, time is the master as Sir John Holt sang.

Where do the seasons go? It seemed like only yesterday I was up and about on June the sixteenth and now, well another season is nearly over. Stashed away in the memory vaults, the years fly by so make the most of it.

Below we have well know French angler Gavin Scaife with another superb Pike, landed on a guest trip to Scotland. Way to go Gavin.

And below we have the one, the only Neilson Baxter with a lure caught Catfish while on a guest trip to France. As they say apparently "That's a proper 'un" 

Had enough of the forthcoming general election  propaganda yet ? All politicians are wankers of the highest order. But well Ed Balls came out with a beauty did he not last week. In that we must get a receipt for all manner of jobs we pay people to undertake. Like the man who cuts Ed's hedge for a "tenner". As it's the right thing to do!

Two things have been playing on my mind. Firstly who charges a measly "Tenner" these days to trim a hedge. No one I'm sure, it's a skill. You can't just hack at it, beat it up a little and bag it up. You need a spirit level for a start to make sure it's all looking nice, that takes me hours.

But what concerns me more is that, The Labour Party are supposed to help the working man. Those not so well off. Now, if I pay someone cash to clean our windows, tidy our garden then it's  fine. I do not want or need a receipt. But Ed, being Ed, well it's the done thing in his eyes.

In short, Ed's a tax man grass, pure and simple. If you do not give him a slip, his on the phone...."Mr Dalrymple, 25 Arcasia Avenue is working for cash in hand". So much for helping the working man to get by you utter tool. As I say not one politician of any party, talks to me or for me, they really do not get it. Say and do anything to look popular.

Was the above a rant? Na, not really. Just sick of all the pricks thinking they know better and we should all conform and make the world a better place. But in short they struggle to run a bath, let alone the country.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Yat Rock Ramblings

At times, you know that your going to fish just because it's what you do. You were probably a fisherman from birth, though you were unaware of it at the time. The pull of being on the water at this time of year is stronger for me, than in the summer.

Flora and fauna is barren, the bird life talk in a hushed tone. The whole river seems to be enveloped in a strange kind of stillness, waiting for the warmth of spring to bring life anew. No chance of catching today, the cold has seeped into the land, the river is now low and wears that cobalt blue battle garb that dares you to offer up a challenge.

First cast and this little fellow came to the net, the next five hours passed by with me just day dreaming. Thinking why so few anglers now bother with river fishing. Is it right to use a pole to place a rig under a bush, as opposed to casting for your chosen quarry. Has angling gone so far from it's roots, that it really is catch at all costs now for so many. The joy and excitement of just being out has been surpassed with the need for gladiatorial applause from your so called peers. Or am I just getting old and out of touch. Fish chasing, swim hogging and general skulduggery that makes a mockery of a so called gentle pastime. Angling does appear now more of a contact sport for some than in the past, brutal and unforgiving.

I knew that today, catching a fish of any size would be an achievement. But my excitement was still strong on the train down. Perhaps a few anglers still look forward to getting out, switching off, as opposed to spending an inordinate amount of time "Liking "things on Face Prowler as opposed to the real thing. The stuff that comes into the Yat Phone in regards to FP spats is unreal, the same protagonist's only on a different platform and still spouting bollocks.

Paper Spotting.

In work we get all the papers and these two snippets in yesterdays Times made me chuckle. Headline of the year, well it knocks the "Freddie Star Ate My Hamster " into a cocked hat in my eyes. I mean what on earth is this all about?

But this, well their are jobs and their are jobs. But this guy in short reconstructs broken cocks. My jaw hit the deck. Obviously my vocation in life has been missed. Perhaps Mr. Anderson should place an add on that well known Barbel website, you know the one. As the place is awash with dysfunctional pricks. Put your pitch forks down, its a piss take. You don't come on here to read about anything that will put more fish on the bank. Excuse the shaky pictures, it was early and the DT's were playing havoc with me.

Lastly, Frozen. All I hear is people moaning about this Disney film, in that it's constantly on. Adults and children bellowing out the main song. Let it go, let it goooooooooo.

Lightweights, this if your around my age will resonate. A word of caution, if you have an additive personality like me, this is a major ear worm. I found it on youtube and the theme tune has been  going around my head constantly for weeks now. The yoots of today don't know what they are missing with this, readers I present the one, the only, the legend that showed Lassie up to be the one dimensional actress she was. The........"Littlest Hobo"

More drivel coming soon-no doubt.

Be Lucky

Monty D