Post by rennie on Mar 26, 2007 21:41:45 GMT
Many moons ago had the privilege to fish a Winter league match on the River Trent at Shelford during January including the delightful Shelford Shallows.On this particularly wonderful winters day the river was under the influence of 3ft of melted snow water making the shallows 3ft2ins deep and a total waste of time and effort,coupled with a howling in the face gale rain ,sleet, snow and the delightful stench of Stoke Bardolph sewage works forced into the nose all day long.
The fashion at that time was for the Bob Church one piece wax cotton water proof suit to make life bearable in inclement weather and one of my pals being the proud owner of one of these trotted off to the unenviable task of catching a fish from the shallows.After an hour of watching an immobile quiver tip and drowning lobbies and slowly getting wetter and colder,hat pulled tight over the ears the results of Saturday nights beer and compulsory curry began to scream for escape URGENTLY.
The only cover available was to run a good 200 yds to the edge of the field which my pal was only too keen to do to accompanied by shouts of "we know where you're going"etc. On reaching the cover the suit was removed in record time and the deed performed in the pouring rain.Wax cotton protection restored and a return to luke warm coffee and cheese butties beckoned.
After an hour two very bored and fishless colleagues arrived for a chin wag where after a few minutes they both commented on the pungent state of the sewage works,and after a few more ,minutes noticed my pal had something in his hood,in his haste and urgency my pal had launched the perfect delivery in to his hood,at least it kept his neck and upper back warm.
Fortunately his hood was of the press studded type and was gingerly removed and launched to mid-river to howls of laughter from all around.Said pal now no longer has any form of hood on his fishing apparel these days and has never been allowed to forget.
The fashion at that time was for the Bob Church one piece wax cotton water proof suit to make life bearable in inclement weather and one of my pals being the proud owner of one of these trotted off to the unenviable task of catching a fish from the shallows.After an hour of watching an immobile quiver tip and drowning lobbies and slowly getting wetter and colder,hat pulled tight over the ears the results of Saturday nights beer and compulsory curry began to scream for escape URGENTLY.
The only cover available was to run a good 200 yds to the edge of the field which my pal was only too keen to do to accompanied by shouts of "we know where you're going"etc. On reaching the cover the suit was removed in record time and the deed performed in the pouring rain.Wax cotton protection restored and a return to luke warm coffee and cheese butties beckoned.
After an hour two very bored and fishless colleagues arrived for a chin wag where after a few minutes they both commented on the pungent state of the sewage works,and after a few more ,minutes noticed my pal had something in his hood,in his haste and urgency my pal had launched the perfect delivery in to his hood,at least it kept his neck and upper back warm.
Fortunately his hood was of the press studded type and was gingerly removed and launched to mid-river to howls of laughter from all around.Said pal now no longer has any form of hood on his fishing apparel these days and has never been allowed to forget.
