We had a sharp frost
today, with the promise that the temperature would not pass double
figures. So why did I have fifteen of Dad's Army parting with
their ackers, laughing and joking, without a hint of
complaint? I must assume they all have some sort of problem
with their heads!!!
We were at Viaducts
today, the lads were going to tackle Campbell so there was plenty of
space. We didn't expect great weights but knew we would have some
fish. Matt looked after our needs today, he also drew the
Golden Peg 115, which was drawn by Tivi, who had Bad Boy George on his
right and myself to his left, all fishing for silvers.
Horny tooted and we were
off, or should I say The Nasty Sheriff was, he was catching small skimmers and
roach, as was Big Bird, they were both on the other side of the
lake. I could not see any carp being caught, and there was very
little movement on the surface. My little marbles were so
cold, I thought I'm in for a gender change? Dave next door said the
cold makes him pee more, as he sidled up to a willow tree; but there was
not a moan from my mate George.
We were
finishing to three o'clock, and I thought we were all relieved when the
final toot sounded, and Matt arrived with the scales. I could not
see the weigh in taking long, which is unusual at Viaducts, but it had been
very tough.
The few carp caught came
from the car park end of the lake, with the Wizard winning overall with 43lbs
3ozs, Ninjar was second with 27lbs 7ozs. The silvers was won
by that collector of nuggets Danny who beat Rob by ounces.
Well done you intrepid
men of Dad's Army, a successful day under pressure.
On
Sunday it's Landsend, and next Wednesday the platoon will visit Trinity.
Get your longjohns on!
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