Well me and my old mucca Bobble hit Queen Marys Pond full of Tench enthusiasm yesterday afternoon
we had intended fishing the small pond but a quick walk round an d a natter to the 6 guys who had been there before Philip Schofield got out of bed resulted in one fish and 5 "Not 'ad a bleedin bite "
Mmmm, a quick glance at each other and me and Bobs loaded the gear onto our backs and set off to the big pool . . our enthusiasm slightly dented
It was a cracking day , looked idyllic and screamed Tench
Bobs opted for the "Point the rod at 'em and stick it on the alarm " approach whilst I opted for the traditional method feeder and quiver tip approach.
After half an hour I got a little tremble and then a whack round ............... off to a flying start ................. A lovely Tench at 5lb 2oz
With revitalised enthusiasm we crouched over the rods in anticipation and waited , and waited , and waited ..............
" Rushbert, its gone dead mate and I've just seen a Carp on the surface " says Bobs. " One of us is going to have to climb up that tree and see whats going on out there "
Have you ever noticed , its always easier getting up trees than it is getting down
As our venture up the tree revealed that there was nothing going on out there it was time for a tactical re-think
So we both put two rods out - that normally works and Bobs stuck a worm on .
Beeeeeeeeeeeeepp ............ off went his buzzer and the air filled with startled ducks and swans , cows started galloping across the field , a fox shot out from the undergrowth and the mouse under my chair even stopped eating the sweetcorn and put its paws in its ears (do mice have paws ? )
2 minutes later and Bobs had it in the net ............. a 5 ounce Perch
Well, it saved a blank
We settled back down again and were rudely interrupted by my wife on my phone
"Hiya Rush, I've got a message on my answerphone from you saying something about would I mind nipping down to Cowthorpe and catapulting exactly 25 boilies into peg 22 "
My explanation was abruptly halted as my rod was nearly wrenched off its rest Barbel style and the phone went over my shoulder and I struck into nothing
I had second thoughts about my request to the wife and just phoned her back to tell her how much I loved her , despite always ringing me 2 seconds before I get a bite
Bobs by this time was getting itchy feet so reeled in one of his rods "I'm putting two bits of Corn on Rushy Otoole " he declared (Don't know where he gets all these names from but we have a mutual understanding
Within 5 minutes the peace and serenity were shattered again by the flashing lights, drop back indicators smashing into rod rests and a 95 db siren going off . "Must you have that on so loud " I enquired
" Its incase I have to go to a call of nature Rushbert . . . I need it on max volume so you can hear it " he wryly responded as he leant into the bend of his rod.
It put up a cracking fight , although it was smaller than mine
We both hooked and lost one more each and it was all too soon sunset plus an hour and we had to pack up
Just as I was picking my rod up it started bouncing up and down (very strange as I was cat out some 50 yards in a straight line
A quick strike to be on the safe side and the rod bent again ..................... true Last Cast style
Ya can't have a Tench session without a visit from the good old "Vermin " ........................... I quite like the big Bronze Beauties myself
Another cracking day out , we toddled off down the motorway , two happy bunnies
Well, it saved a blank 
