Marsh Trail Sunday 2nd August 2009 1pm – 7pm.
It was doubles / trebles / knock out 87th round / totally confuse everyone, but at least Wally knows what is going on !!! (just as Mark C).
The draw was a leisurely affair conducted on the bench overlooking the lake in the sunshine, Big Bulti was late due to a close encounter with an “officer of the law” and his little radar gun (large portion of humble pie for about 15 minutes, but no points) 44mph in a 40 limit is nearly a hanging offence these days. Bob Morris would not fit under the “anti gypo” barrier so had to negotiate the brambles from the bypass and was also a little late on parade.
The lake was surveyed and give the old “Pot Black Treatment” leave out this one this one and that one, you have drawn 15 well that means you are fishing on 18, I have drawn 3 so is that 6 the question was asked ?, no that is 3 as you have drawn it, but everyone seemed to arrive at the correct peg.
Trevor Ardo drew the much favored by the locals swim under the trees, he had obviously borrowed Nigees generator as he could be heard putt putt puttering nearly all day until throwing back his fish and heading off for an early bath. As soon as the match was over the “locals jumped in Trevor’s swim and had landed a nice carp of about 3lbs before the weigh in was over.
The match started early (yes defiantly early) obviously our leader was ready on time for once, and Mr Michael Wall was quickly into fish landing 4 in the first half an hour of the match while everyone else just sat watching in total amazement. The three stooges fishing from the causeway pegs (Paul Chilvers, Daddy Bulti and the angling legend that is Nigel Blowers) where very keen to encourage our leader and issue helpful advise along the lines of “mind you do not lose that one” “make sure you do not miss the net” and many other helpful comments where directed to him.
With the sun on their backs the low numbered pegs where very pleasant to fish from although with a good breeze blowing the causeway pegs where donning overcoats and mentioning that it was rather cold in there swims, (such a shame). Two hours into the match and “The Wall” was still catching fish while most others were at best struggling, Bob Morris sneaked along and received some tips (and some secret bait) from the Wall only to return to his peg and catch two fish straight off, this was obviously not mentioned much by other club members.
Then it happened the Banjo fishing the corner peg was taken into the bushes by a good fish, the fish pulled, Banjo pulled back, with hindsight probably a little to hard because a cracking/splitting sound could be heard all round the lake and Banjos prize pole was now in two rather large pieces. A friendship born many years ago in the classroom at Junior school came into play as Banjo was quite upset and his lifelong friend and confidant Mr Chilvers issued reassuring words “get your swimming gear out Banjo”, that’s f—ked it, never mind I am sure you will be able to mend it. These reassuring words where all offered to console Banjo in his hour of need, he then spent the next 3 hours asking at 10 minute intervals “can you see my float” and “is my pole still floating”.
It has been brought to the attention of the writer from an undisclosed source (OK Paul Chilvers told me), that Banjo used to be known as Aqua Banj in his previous hobby of scuba diving and this would obviously come in handy in retrieving his precious pole sections from the murky depths of Marsh Trail Lakes.
Now as the match drew to an end the Wall was a definite winner Bob Morris using the tips and bait managed a second and Martin Dingit a third, but with it being Trebles it all changed and please refer to the table for final confirmed positions.
As the weigh in was getting under way Trevor was hurtling down the bypass towards Lowestoft the Banj stripped down to his skiddys for a spot of pole retrieval. In true Pot Black style it has also started a look-alike caption and photo, so Banjo is first,
Smeagol the Gollum
