The weather forecast was for something unmentionable and I thought
it madness as I reluctantly left my warm bed. It was Viaducts
Campbell, I had spoken to Matt about pegging with the gale at our backs; the
lad's breathed a sigh of relief when I told them.
The peg number everybody wanted was 132, apparently where the fish
were holding, and the area least affected by the wind. The man with
the sticky fingers was Bend It, who justified it's favoritism by winning
overall.
The Bad Old Sheriff on the next peg took the silvers, with a
credible 14 lbs 11 ozs; the rest of us were also runs. On the
bright side the weather was not so bad, with not a moan or complaint all
day. It was Dad's Army on a Wednesday so I would expect nothing else.
Our first Sunday of 2018 is at Trinity,
followed on Wednesday by a visit to Avalon. I hope to see some
of you on Friday
night at the A G M.
Chair Bob
P.S. Sorry no results sheet.
No comments:
Post a Comment