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!!
