Post by rushy on Jul 16, 2014 15:00:47 GMT
Well the scene was set - THE BIG MATCH DAY - had arrived. All the banter , ridiculing and personal insults were laid bare on the table - face to face - and it was down to the serious stuff
A full breakfast
Well it was for the skinny bloke on the front left anyway - hey , whats up with them beans
Pools paid and monies tallied up ................ once we'd got Bobs to give us the two quid back he's slipped in his pocket " Because it seemed to be spare "
And then the two hot favourites squared up for the individual challenge. They'd fished it 146 times between them in the last 3 weeks and it was there request that the match be held here ........ mmmmm wonder why
Meanwhile - Aidans Mum had dropped him off and said if he was a good boy today and caught lots of fishes he could have ice cream when he got in. "Now go shake Uncle Rustys hand and say "May the best man win "
Rusty meanwhile was weighing up the reigning champion and wondering why he had such a firm handshake for a twelve year old
The pegs were drawn and the intrepid anglers set forth.
Mickfish - The only Gay on the pond - had drawn his favourite peg and was looking quietly confident ................... and slightly camp to say the least
Next door - young Aidan had all his heavy tackle carried round for him by his 11 Uncles and was looking forward to catching some sticklebacks for his jar
Brent meanwhile had spotted Bobs taking a photo and said something about pulling his arms off or similar -
this normally gentile chappy was obviously feeling the pressure - could he just for once catch more than Nat whi was quietly confident and "Thinking like a fish "
Meranwhile Carpman was having trouble seeing his rod rings and getting his line through them and was not best pleased with the attention of our resident photographer
Triumph had managed to convince the wife to let him fish the match before they jetted off to Benidorm but she had only agreed to do so on the proviso that he go ready to get straight on th epromenade when they arrived - nice fishing sandals old boy
Just as he was getting his beach towel ready he noticed Taffs out of the corner of his eye stealing some of his groundbait and rummaging through his pole float box. Quick as a flash - old Triumph was onto him
Things turned quite nasty and Rusty and Bobs made a hasty retreat leaving the fisticuffs to fly. It wasn't long before they were in a clinch , head to head when Triumph was heard to shout "Right ya Welsh git - it's time for my Tyson move " and 3 seconds later Taffs was seen hobbling back to his peg screaming and
holding what was left of his ear
Totally oblivious to all this was Johnboy who couldn't figure out whether to use a 4 ounce Method feeder or a 5 ounce one
He opted for the 5 ounce one - well I assume he did by the tide waves that were crashing round my feet every time he cast in
On the other side of the Lake - Eddie had settled himself in - combed his hair - got his cap perfectly straight - smoothed down the creases in his shirt and trousers and was ready to present himself to the judges for the matching t shirt and keepnet award . He's not fished matches for a long time so he was edging his bets for a prize of some sort. Needless to say he won it hands down cos the rest of us were right scruffy gits
We had no sooner cast in than my phone rang
"Hello Uncle Rusty - Its Mrs HiRushworth here - would you do me a big favour ? Just go check Aidan and make sure he's had his 9am drink and a rusk because he was very excited last night and we couldn't get him to sleep. We even tried reading him his favourite story about Bobble and Mickfish go to the Aquarium. He finally dropped off about 7pm with his teddy in one hand and his waggler in the other "
"Of course I can Mrs Hirushworth " says I - don't worry about me babysitting while I'm wasting valuable fishing time
And so the match commenced .............................................................................
A full breakfast
Well it was for the skinny bloke on the front left anyway - hey , whats up with them beans
Pools paid and monies tallied up ................ once we'd got Bobs to give us the two quid back he's slipped in his pocket " Because it seemed to be spare "
And then the two hot favourites squared up for the individual challenge. They'd fished it 146 times between them in the last 3 weeks and it was there request that the match be held here ........ mmmmm wonder why
Meanwhile - Aidans Mum had dropped him off and said if he was a good boy today and caught lots of fishes he could have ice cream when he got in. "Now go shake Uncle Rustys hand and say "May the best man win "
Rusty meanwhile was weighing up the reigning champion and wondering why he had such a firm handshake for a twelve year old
The pegs were drawn and the intrepid anglers set forth.
Mickfish - The only Gay on the pond - had drawn his favourite peg and was looking quietly confident ................... and slightly camp to say the least
Next door - young Aidan had all his heavy tackle carried round for him by his 11 Uncles and was looking forward to catching some sticklebacks for his jar
Brent meanwhile had spotted Bobs taking a photo and said something about pulling his arms off or similar -
this normally gentile chappy was obviously feeling the pressure - could he just for once catch more than Nat whi was quietly confident and "Thinking like a fish "
Meranwhile Carpman was having trouble seeing his rod rings and getting his line through them and was not best pleased with the attention of our resident photographer
Triumph had managed to convince the wife to let him fish the match before they jetted off to Benidorm but she had only agreed to do so on the proviso that he go ready to get straight on th epromenade when they arrived - nice fishing sandals old boy
Just as he was getting his beach towel ready he noticed Taffs out of the corner of his eye stealing some of his groundbait and rummaging through his pole float box. Quick as a flash - old Triumph was onto him
Things turned quite nasty and Rusty and Bobs made a hasty retreat leaving the fisticuffs to fly. It wasn't long before they were in a clinch , head to head when Triumph was heard to shout "Right ya Welsh git - it's time for my Tyson move " and 3 seconds later Taffs was seen hobbling back to his peg screaming and
holding what was left of his ear
Totally oblivious to all this was Johnboy who couldn't figure out whether to use a 4 ounce Method feeder or a 5 ounce one
He opted for the 5 ounce one - well I assume he did by the tide waves that were crashing round my feet every time he cast in
On the other side of the Lake - Eddie had settled himself in - combed his hair - got his cap perfectly straight - smoothed down the creases in his shirt and trousers and was ready to present himself to the judges for the matching t shirt and keepnet award . He's not fished matches for a long time so he was edging his bets for a prize of some sort. Needless to say he won it hands down cos the rest of us were right scruffy gits
We had no sooner cast in than my phone rang
"Hello Uncle Rusty - Its Mrs HiRushworth here - would you do me a big favour ? Just go check Aidan and make sure he's had his 9am drink and a rusk because he was very excited last night and we couldn't get him to sleep. We even tried reading him his favourite story about Bobble and Mickfish go to the Aquarium. He finally dropped off about 7pm with his teddy in one hand and his waggler in the other "
"Of course I can Mrs Hirushworth " says I - don't worry about me babysitting while I'm wasting valuable fishing time
And so the match commenced .............................................................................
