How the past can affect the memory. Warm summer evenings, a bite a chuck from small stuff, bream, chub, carp and fanatic tench. Ug at your arm asking for £4, monkey tennis and captain were born.
Year later probably our second to worst session this year, with Butterley blank first, however its a close run thing with Cudmore Royal wedding and a windy Lakeview.
Anyway to cut a long story short. Queued to get in, yes can you believe it, queued to get in, picked pegs, optimism draining every step. Same pictures of catfish, carp and moby dick from what must be 10 years since we fished it regularly and the photos were old then. The bloke who runs it now has a side kick who cleans up - should try stocking it and sorting the pegs. Mercedes Benz car and fishery, but hair a la Robinsons jam. A few bits and skimmers. Nico fished the waggler like a whip? Poor, poor, and yet again poor - come on fishing gods help!
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