Saturday, 26 November 2016

Thank You

Thank you, no really thank you to the wanker or wankers who today screwed up Gruff and I's trip out. All week we had been looking forward to a days trolling on a club reservoir, a new club for us this season with plenty of still waters as well as river and canal fishing so we are able to cast a line when the almost predictable deluge arrives.

A ninety minute journey and we pulled up in the club car park, jumped out and headed to the lodge. Overnight some toerag had decided it was worth a chance to break in. They failed but managed to screw up the sliding door, that is for the time being fucked. We could not gain access to get the oars, the boat plug, anchors for when we decided to do some static lure fishing. How desperate do you have to be to try and nick that little lot. I'm a lot of things, but one thing that I'm not is a thief. Total and utter wankers. So while we waited for Trevor the bailiff  to arrive I took a couple of photos and had a peek at Gruffs large lures. The boats look somewhat forlorn, in that they are stuck on dry land when they should be afloat on a glorious morning like today.



Gruff has got seriously into his large lure fishing this season and has had some good Pike, including two nice fish recently from where we were today. This little lot below, is only half of what we had in the van. That's without my gear. We decided not to fish from the bank, as we only had a sladle  for the boat, no unhooking mat and a boat net.






Nice collection he is building up, the downside is that Liz and Gruff can't afford to eat cooked meals anymore as the gas has been cut off owing to unpaid bills. Yep we are both right pissed off. So once more thank you.

On a more lighthearted note, recently I'd learnt that Marks and Spencer had launched a Christmas breakfast menu. It includes "clementine, cranberry, pomegranate bucks fizz". "mini croissants stuffed with smoked salmon and scrambled eggs". Absolute disgrace and so over the top! My Christmas breakfast consists of half a Terry's chocolate  orange, two bottles of Old Peculiar and a large Glenmorangie. Then and only then do I even consider getting out of bed.

I'm off down the pub!


Be Lucky


Monty D

4 comments:

  1. I'd love to have met the little feckers I'd have shown them the errors of their ways.


    Love

    The extremely violentry one.

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    1. I hope it came good in Ireland for you lot mate.;-)

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  2. Can't agree with what you say mate. You are well of target with your rant and you should make a public apology. Who only eats HALF a Terry's chocolate orange?

    Hope your next trip goes better xx

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    1. Dave,

      I get up at 0600 on Christmas Day, one must not peak to soon. It's all about pacing oneself.

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