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Thursday, 23 July 2009
THE OTHER BANK
Barford Match Lake Sunday 19th July.
Barford where there normal helpful and accommodating selves, reducing the number of pegs, dictating the match times and generally forgetting that we are the customers so only the first 14 names on the list where eligible to fish. Therefore the knockout etc has been put off till the next match when all members who are still in can fish.
This match report is a variation from the normal as we are going to concentrate and pay tribute to one of our club who has become a legend in his own life time, has devoted his entire life to fishing, and to try and give everyone an insight into just how much you need to put in to become a match winner.
This is a man we has had a prominent Doctor at the local Ministry of Agriculture Food and Fisheries developing a bait for him to use, then has been practicing on local waters fine tuning and developing the bait further. Even down to working out that it needs to be micro waved for a minute or two on full power to harden the outside and prevent smaller fish taking the bait.
He has had a trolley special adapted to carry his fine tuned and specialist angling equipment, but still makes 3 trips to the car to enable his vast array of tackle and bait to be transported to his peg, then forgets his cloth and has to borrow one from the peg next door.
With the match on Barford starting at Ten he had worked out that he need not start fishing until 11.30 otherwise he would catch to many fish and as he is maturing in age may be to tired to continue till the end of the match. This was proven when fishing at Topcroft on Thursday testing the “new bait” as he caught 2 to 3 times as many fish as anyone else fishing on the lake. He had worked out that the cooking time needed to be 67 seconds so as to harded the outer skin and prevent the smaller fish taking the bait, this enabled him to target fish in the 8 – 10 lbs bracket. Extra problems have been encountered in the “cooking” as our as yet unnamed anglers wife is not to keen on him using her micro wave for bait so this process has to be carried out when she is out of the house and he has to double quick time his window cleaning duties to enable the cooking to take place and the evidence cleared away before the wife returns.
As the Barford match progress the anglers on the other side of the lake from another club where amazed at our members reactions, several times the angler on the peg opposite was heard to say “you have got a bite mate” as our club member chose to ignore his rod tip swinging round nearly pulling from the rest knowing it was a inferior fish and maintaining his match plan to target the bigger fish.
As the match drew to a close he was quietly confident he had done enough, he had previously told his pairs partner Wayne “The Don” Moore to ease back when he had got over 10lbs as to not make it to embarrassing for the rest of the club members. His master plan nearly backfired when in trying to raise his position within the exclusive “Wallys Mates Club” he gave or team leader some of the aforementioned bait, but thankfully not to much.
Who is this man I hear you cry, I did not relies we had such a dedicated angler in our mist is another cry we can here, it is the one and only our own Nigeee.
The master plan and all the bait and tackle development finally paid of with a individual match winning total of 33lbs 4ozs Nigee carried his partner 12lbs 4ozs Wayne Moore to victory in the pairs with 45lbs 8ozs, working out his fish ratio to near perfection beating team leader Wall 22lbs 8ozs and Paul Chilvers 19lbs 8ozs combined weight 42lbs into second place.
It is a privilege to few of us realize to fish along side someone who has dedicated his life to the pursuit of fish and who we are all to often to keen to take the p_ss out of the old boy, it is a an honour for us all and we could all learn so much from the master.
May your nuts always be hard !!!
The other bank.
Barford where there normal helpful and accommodating selves, reducing the number of pegs, dictating the match times and generally forgetting that we are the customers so only the first 14 names on the list where eligible to fish. Therefore the knockout etc has been put off till the next match when all members who are still in can fish.
This match report is a variation from the normal as we are going to concentrate and pay tribute to one of our club who has become a legend in his own life time, has devoted his entire life to fishing, and to try and give everyone an insight into just how much you need to put in to become a match winner.
This is a man we has had a prominent Doctor at the local Ministry of Agriculture Food and Fisheries developing a bait for him to use, then has been practicing on local waters fine tuning and developing the bait further. Even down to working out that it needs to be micro waved for a minute or two on full power to harden the outside and prevent smaller fish taking the bait.
He has had a trolley special adapted to carry his fine tuned and specialist angling equipment, but still makes 3 trips to the car to enable his vast array of tackle and bait to be transported to his peg, then forgets his cloth and has to borrow one from the peg next door.
With the match on Barford starting at Ten he had worked out that he need not start fishing until 11.30 otherwise he would catch to many fish and as he is maturing in age may be to tired to continue till the end of the match. This was proven when fishing at Topcroft on Thursday testing the “new bait” as he caught 2 to 3 times as many fish as anyone else fishing on the lake. He had worked out that the cooking time needed to be 67 seconds so as to harded the outer skin and prevent the smaller fish taking the bait, this enabled him to target fish in the 8 – 10 lbs bracket. Extra problems have been encountered in the “cooking” as our as yet unnamed anglers wife is not to keen on him using her micro wave for bait so this process has to be carried out when she is out of the house and he has to double quick time his window cleaning duties to enable the cooking to take place and the evidence cleared away before the wife returns.
As the Barford match progress the anglers on the other side of the lake from another club where amazed at our members reactions, several times the angler on the peg opposite was heard to say “you have got a bite mate” as our club member chose to ignore his rod tip swinging round nearly pulling from the rest knowing it was a inferior fish and maintaining his match plan to target the bigger fish.
As the match drew to a close he was quietly confident he had done enough, he had previously told his pairs partner Wayne “The Don” Moore to ease back when he had got over 10lbs as to not make it to embarrassing for the rest of the club members. His master plan nearly backfired when in trying to raise his position within the exclusive “Wallys Mates Club” he gave or team leader some of the aforementioned bait, but thankfully not to much.
Who is this man I hear you cry, I did not relies we had such a dedicated angler in our mist is another cry we can here, it is the one and only our own Nigeee.
The master plan and all the bait and tackle development finally paid of with a individual match winning total of 33lbs 4ozs Nigee carried his partner 12lbs 4ozs Wayne Moore to victory in the pairs with 45lbs 8ozs, working out his fish ratio to near perfection beating team leader Wall 22lbs 8ozs and Paul Chilvers 19lbs 8ozs combined weight 42lbs into second place.
It is a privilege to few of us realize to fish along side someone who has dedicated his life to the pursuit of fish and who we are all to often to keen to take the p_ss out of the old boy, it is a an honour for us all and we could all learn so much from the master.
May your nuts always be hard !!!
The other bank.
THE OTHER BANK
11th July Everitts Park
It was a cold wet winters evening when we all sat in the Pot Black and Banjo piped up “fish Everitts park end of July, loads of bream and roach”, marvelous fishing off the concrete said Mark Coleman, so the date was set a Saturday night rendezvous at 6pm fish 7.30pm – 1.30am.
Come the day of reckoning Banjo decided a good beer up at a wedding was a far better proposition and Mark Coleman “got a better offer”, our team leader was off to warmer climates and Nigel was over the water subsidizing his pension with a little contraband, so the numbers where going to be on the low side but 6 hardy souls and the two juniors turned up.
In typical Pot Black style Trevor and Daddy Bulti took over the draw (no draw required), due to the forecasted inclement weather the times where rearranged now fishing a much more sensible 7pm till midnight, walk off go where you feel like, all in a line together.
Local boy Dingit had been practicing at the venue several nights during the week and was favorite, with Paul Chilvers being given a heavy coaching session by the venue proposer the very absent Banjo, plus the very local young Lewis could be a dark horse a match was defiantly on.
At the off Paul and Lewis went on the pole and roach started to show in good numbers, the Paul Chilvers barmy army fan club turned up on mass (9 spectators at one point) and this slowed him down as there was not room on his peg for them all to stand. Aaron arrived with what everyone thought was a very large tub of ground bait, but this later turned out to be the family Waters BBQ and evening snack.
As daylight turned to twilight Paul Chilvers was in front but then he lost a hook and the poor eyesight and the bad light cost him valuable time, as young Lewis crept into the lead, then it started Big Daddy Bulti who was having a family reunion on the end of the line, 3 children, one dog and the wife (I know there was an opportunity there but even I am not that brave).Landed the first bream of the night, only a small skimmer but still equal to 3 roach, then another then another, then Bob Morris on the next peg hooked a nice bream about 1 pound only to use the Blowers “catch and release method” and throw it straight back into the broad. Daddy Bulti was now well into the fish and looking like he was going to be unstoppable.
Further down the line Ardo was being pestered by birds (not the first time this has happen to him in Everitts park I am reliably informed) but these where the feathered variety and they really took a liking to him. Bob Morris demonstrated how to encourage then to go away by breaking your landing net on them but nobody else was keen to try this method, and the Dingit family BBQ was in full swing.
As midnight beckoned Paul Chilvers landed a good bream of about 3 pounds and brought him back into the running, as the evening turned to rain the weigh in was taking place with Daddy Bulti putting over 10 lbs of fish onto the scales for top bag, Paul Chilvers was second and young Lewis a very admirable third putting the rest of the “grown ups” to shame.
As everyone made a dash for the cars and home Lewis settled down to fish through the night and into the daylight hours ( oh to be young youthful and foolish). A good match enjoyed by all but if Banjo puts it forward for next season it is compulsory he has to fish it !!.
May your groundbait be sticky
The Other Bank.
It was a cold wet winters evening when we all sat in the Pot Black and Banjo piped up “fish Everitts park end of July, loads of bream and roach”, marvelous fishing off the concrete said Mark Coleman, so the date was set a Saturday night rendezvous at 6pm fish 7.30pm – 1.30am.
Come the day of reckoning Banjo decided a good beer up at a wedding was a far better proposition and Mark Coleman “got a better offer”, our team leader was off to warmer climates and Nigel was over the water subsidizing his pension with a little contraband, so the numbers where going to be on the low side but 6 hardy souls and the two juniors turned up.
In typical Pot Black style Trevor and Daddy Bulti took over the draw (no draw required), due to the forecasted inclement weather the times where rearranged now fishing a much more sensible 7pm till midnight, walk off go where you feel like, all in a line together.
Local boy Dingit had been practicing at the venue several nights during the week and was favorite, with Paul Chilvers being given a heavy coaching session by the venue proposer the very absent Banjo, plus the very local young Lewis could be a dark horse a match was defiantly on.
At the off Paul and Lewis went on the pole and roach started to show in good numbers, the Paul Chilvers barmy army fan club turned up on mass (9 spectators at one point) and this slowed him down as there was not room on his peg for them all to stand. Aaron arrived with what everyone thought was a very large tub of ground bait, but this later turned out to be the family Waters BBQ and evening snack.
As daylight turned to twilight Paul Chilvers was in front but then he lost a hook and the poor eyesight and the bad light cost him valuable time, as young Lewis crept into the lead, then it started Big Daddy Bulti who was having a family reunion on the end of the line, 3 children, one dog and the wife (I know there was an opportunity there but even I am not that brave).Landed the first bream of the night, only a small skimmer but still equal to 3 roach, then another then another, then Bob Morris on the next peg hooked a nice bream about 1 pound only to use the Blowers “catch and release method” and throw it straight back into the broad. Daddy Bulti was now well into the fish and looking like he was going to be unstoppable.
Further down the line Ardo was being pestered by birds (not the first time this has happen to him in Everitts park I am reliably informed) but these where the feathered variety and they really took a liking to him. Bob Morris demonstrated how to encourage then to go away by breaking your landing net on them but nobody else was keen to try this method, and the Dingit family BBQ was in full swing.
As midnight beckoned Paul Chilvers landed a good bream of about 3 pounds and brought him back into the running, as the evening turned to rain the weigh in was taking place with Daddy Bulti putting over 10 lbs of fish onto the scales for top bag, Paul Chilvers was second and young Lewis a very admirable third putting the rest of the “grown ups” to shame.
As everyone made a dash for the cars and home Lewis settled down to fish through the night and into the daylight hours ( oh to be young youthful and foolish). A good match enjoyed by all but if Banjo puts it forward for next season it is compulsory he has to fish it !!.
May your groundbait be sticky
The Other Bank.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Friday, 3 July 2009
Thursday, 2 July 2009
CANCELATION!!!!
Next Thursday's Match at Tasburgh has been called off due to the Herpes Virus and them not allowing keep nets. A poster for an alternative match at Hinderclay will be going up Friday but your illustrious Leader will not be attending as his pole isn't long enough to catch anything from Turkey!
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
THE OTHER BANK
Holly Farm Sunday 28th June 2009 fish 1pm – 7pm
A Pot Black first, we fished on the day at the venue and at the time on the sheet! The sun came out it was not blowing a gale it did not rain, well things can only go one way from here.
Half of the members met at the aptly named “Wanger & Snatch” Café in Gt Yarmouth before the match and dined on a variety of meals ranging between the “Two of everything breakfast” to just a cup of tea, our erstwhile leader announced that we were “to do the draw for the knockout”. Nigel “KP” Blowers officiated and drew the pairs before departing for the venue.
Everyone arrived at the same time (having all left together) except our leader who as usual used a different route to everyone else and arrived 5 minutes later, a thorough inspection of the venue was executed and a decision made to ignore the waters peg numbering and go by the “Pot Black Method” THUS ENSURING TOTAL CONFUSION.
“Number one is that one up there in the corner was the cry, that means “that one is number ten” said daddy Bulti, “are you sure” said our leader “because if you are wrong it will put the whole thing out”. In a scene similar to a F1 Grand prix start everyone set off to there allotted pegs, then the inevitable “your on peg 7 and I am on 7” “no this is 8”, much debate quite a lot of heated discussion followed by one large dummy thrown very hard out of a big pram.
In a rare moment of all seriousness our leader does a marvelous job sorting everything out to enable us all to have some really lovely days out, and this is usually a thankless task. He does it all for nothing it is not a paid position or eligible for expenses and members making uncalled for comments and generally hassling him can only push him closer to the edge, try thanking the old boy now and again and just keep the moans to yourselves.
Anyway, after the F1 start we then had the “Come Dancing” reshuffle as it was decided that Bulti had got it wrong and 10 was 11 and so on, all move round one but the start time was still on for a 1pm start.
The island swims where the fancied pegs and true to form started to produce fish early on, Aaron was looking confident and even offered Paul Chilvers advise on how to cup in feed at 13 meters “you need to be good like me” was the answer to Paul’s question. Mind you having put in his second net after 3 hours it was all looking like the “ego” was heading for a podium finish, he obviously borrowed a net from Bob Morris as at the weigh in his 34lbs 8ozs in the two nets combined was not even enough to put him in the points, and he received just two along with the rest of the also rans.
Nigel “KP” Blowers was drawn as the Golden Peg and obviously the proper start time and match duration totally confused him as he was noticeably quiet all day, word on the lake was he was catching fish but Ardo in the corner was beating him hands down so the money was safe.
The weigh in commenced at peg 1, after a short delay while we found the weighing in sling, and straight off the weights where good Ardo 44 lbs then Nigel 54 lbs was the Golden peg going to go, we were now reliant on “The Ego” to knock Nigel off the top spot. But Mad Bruce put 60 lbs on the scales and Nigel was back to just his pension to sustain him. Further round the weigh in went with nothing spectacular a few decent weights but then the “two of everything breakfast muncher” Shane pulled the scales down to a very respectable 74 lbs and took top spot and the money.
Final positions 1ST Shane
2nd Bruce
3rd Nigel “I NEVER WIN THE MONEY” Blowers
4th Ardo
The first round of casualties have fallen and the 8 through to the next round of the knock out are Ardo, Bruce, Nigel, Banjo, Dingit, Mick Wall and Bob Morris.
A word of advise was offered to Bob Morris when packing up by Dingit “mind you don’t send your pole section into the lake doing like that” right-you-are said Bob, moments later a gentle splash followed by f___ it could be heard from Bobs peg, “I will go in and get it” said Mad Bruce, are you sure said Bob yeah it aint deep said Bruce taking off his boots and socks. Moments later the pole section was on the bank, Bob was smiling again and Bruce looked like his old incontinent problem was back.
May your draw always be a good one.
Regards The Other Bank
A Pot Black first, we fished on the day at the venue and at the time on the sheet! The sun came out it was not blowing a gale it did not rain, well things can only go one way from here.
Half of the members met at the aptly named “Wanger & Snatch” Café in Gt Yarmouth before the match and dined on a variety of meals ranging between the “Two of everything breakfast” to just a cup of tea, our erstwhile leader announced that we were “to do the draw for the knockout”. Nigel “KP” Blowers officiated and drew the pairs before departing for the venue.
Everyone arrived at the same time (having all left together) except our leader who as usual used a different route to everyone else and arrived 5 minutes later, a thorough inspection of the venue was executed and a decision made to ignore the waters peg numbering and go by the “Pot Black Method” THUS ENSURING TOTAL CONFUSION.
“Number one is that one up there in the corner was the cry, that means “that one is number ten” said daddy Bulti, “are you sure” said our leader “because if you are wrong it will put the whole thing out”. In a scene similar to a F1 Grand prix start everyone set off to there allotted pegs, then the inevitable “your on peg 7 and I am on 7” “no this is 8”, much debate quite a lot of heated discussion followed by one large dummy thrown very hard out of a big pram.
In a rare moment of all seriousness our leader does a marvelous job sorting everything out to enable us all to have some really lovely days out, and this is usually a thankless task. He does it all for nothing it is not a paid position or eligible for expenses and members making uncalled for comments and generally hassling him can only push him closer to the edge, try thanking the old boy now and again and just keep the moans to yourselves.
Anyway, after the F1 start we then had the “Come Dancing” reshuffle as it was decided that Bulti had got it wrong and 10 was 11 and so on, all move round one but the start time was still on for a 1pm start.
The island swims where the fancied pegs and true to form started to produce fish early on, Aaron was looking confident and even offered Paul Chilvers advise on how to cup in feed at 13 meters “you need to be good like me” was the answer to Paul’s question. Mind you having put in his second net after 3 hours it was all looking like the “ego” was heading for a podium finish, he obviously borrowed a net from Bob Morris as at the weigh in his 34lbs 8ozs in the two nets combined was not even enough to put him in the points, and he received just two along with the rest of the also rans.
Nigel “KP” Blowers was drawn as the Golden Peg and obviously the proper start time and match duration totally confused him as he was noticeably quiet all day, word on the lake was he was catching fish but Ardo in the corner was beating him hands down so the money was safe.
The weigh in commenced at peg 1, after a short delay while we found the weighing in sling, and straight off the weights where good Ardo 44 lbs then Nigel 54 lbs was the Golden peg going to go, we were now reliant on “The Ego” to knock Nigel off the top spot. But Mad Bruce put 60 lbs on the scales and Nigel was back to just his pension to sustain him. Further round the weigh in went with nothing spectacular a few decent weights but then the “two of everything breakfast muncher” Shane pulled the scales down to a very respectable 74 lbs and took top spot and the money.
Final positions 1ST Shane
2nd Bruce
3rd Nigel “I NEVER WIN THE MONEY” Blowers
4th Ardo
The first round of casualties have fallen and the 8 through to the next round of the knock out are Ardo, Bruce, Nigel, Banjo, Dingit, Mick Wall and Bob Morris.
A word of advise was offered to Bob Morris when packing up by Dingit “mind you don’t send your pole section into the lake doing like that” right-you-are said Bob, moments later a gentle splash followed by f___ it could be heard from Bobs peg, “I will go in and get it” said Mad Bruce, are you sure said Bob yeah it aint deep said Bruce taking off his boots and socks. Moments later the pole section was on the bank, Bob was smiling again and Bruce looked like his old incontinent problem was back.
May your draw always be a good one.
Regards The Other Bank
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When you all left after the weigh-in (all alone & last to pack-up again) on Sunday evening at Holly Farm , I spoke to the owner about putting some peg numbers on each swim. He said although there is a diagram in the office(shed) window he understood how this could be overlooked.(especially if the club has got a "numbnut" running it!) Anyway, we chewed the fat for some time and joked was there any other ways we could get anglers to there various pegs and he said with a glint in his eye that he had a dog that could remember every scent of anyone it came in contact with. I said in the nicest sort of way that this was a load of old B******t! (You know how diplomatic I can be!) and sensed there was some money to be had here! After lots more banter we decided on a "Bluey" as the bet and he went back into the house to get his MUT!
Was I P***ed off when he brought back a bloody Bloodhound! What a cunning sod I thought and this now looked like I'm going to part with some of my hard earned income!!! Then a brain wave hit me.... ..... Dingit had downed 12 pints of Newky-Brown on Sat-night and was dispensing gas like no-tomorrow throughout the morning until he inadvertently followed through half the match! He dissappeared into the bushes, to return a few minutes later a lot more happy and alot less STICKY!
Feeling quietly confident, I dived into the undergrowth retrieved the "SAID" item and told the owner to get the dog to show me Martin's swim!!!!
EASY-MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! and another true story!!!!
WITH 1000 TIMES STRONGER SENSE OF
SMELL THAN HUMANS BRUNO DECIDED
TO GIVE THIS ONE A MISS!!
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