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A bi poar barbel session this morning

Stu Morgan said:
No offence taken Darreyl, and none meant from me. i'm afraid I take angling a little less seriously nowadays and find it increasingly easy to laugh at myself (and others).
It's a good job I wasn't teaching a load of youngsters on sat as i'm not sure they would have enjoyed swimming around in the Avon, looking for my landing net.:eek:
Enjoy your fishing
Cheers
stuart
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Hi Stuart,

Apologies for the late reply mate.

Of course you're right there matey.

Hope you continue to enjoy your fishing too.

Regards,
Daz.
 
Well no marks for style, but at least the fish are OK and you got your rod & reel back!

Some years ago I was night fishing on the Kennet and had a really good session - loads of barbel! I was knackered and dropped off to sleep only to hear the reel scream and then the rod leap out of the rests!

I did a Basil Fawlty kind of dance not knowing what to do (stripping off and diving in was a possibility!) but in the end I ran down the bank with my landing net. The rod was floating near the bank just past some trees and I was able to net the reel. There was still a chubby 8lb barbel on!
 
Tut, tut, let's not have any fun... after all fishing is a deadly serious thing!

Hi Stu, I remember a thing that happened to a friend a few years ago on the Wensum. Someone approached him in his swim with the inevitable question "any good, mate?".... My mate had spent ages getting a bait established and had a group of big fish gorging themselves on it, and was just been about to cast in when this stranger turned up in his swim. Not welcoming the intrusion, my mate simply dropped the rig in the edge in inches of water so no one could see how he was fishing and replied "no good mate" at which point his rod was half wrenched out of his hands. I don't remember how big the fish was, but it was a big double. So much for being secretive.... while returning the fish, the stranger had the rig in his hands and was sniffing his hookbait!
 
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Nice one Chris, good to hear from you. Fun , fun, ban it. Could you change your avitar please. It would look much better if you were holding a 15lb otter instead.

Some good friends of mine live in attelborough is it? they keep telling me that some friends own a gasto pub next to the river (nr Taverham i think), that has some big barbel in it.
I have to come down a few times this year and see them, worth a dabble or has Tarka finished them all off yet?
I can hear it now "whats he doing here" thought he fishes the Bristol avon?
I'll give you a call when I am down in your neck of the woods.
Cheers
Stuart
 
Whats it to be then? force fed Bombay mix or a night on your mates luxury yacht ? things aint ever what they seem !!
 
No one ever had to feed you Bombay mix, Lush. Mind you, that story and Skid's Chicken phall will remain with me forever. As for the yacht, no one told me that it had a leaky roof!.... and one one warned me that I'd crack my ribs while falling overboard!
 
leaky roof was all that bloody boat did have, no light/heat/petrol/nothing, ya cheap bastad, we were all expecting a broads cruiser for the use of but no, Chris knows best ! Oh, and you fergot about skids alchohol poisoning fiasco :)
 
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OK Simon, I'll put my hand up to everything.... everything that is apart from Skid's alcohol poisoning. That, old buddy, must be put down to the evil intentions of yourself, perhaps with a little help from Tony King and Dave Cable. Giving a man who is already staggering drunk a 1 pint cocktail of 50/50 whiskey and Stella is just as evil as can be!!! :eek:

Anyway, as the man said there are children reading this so behave yourself.
 
Lush / Turnbull .As senior members of this hallowed forum I feel you should refrain from recounting tales of your drunken exploits on the broads , it is terribly bad form and an appalling example to the young and easily led . By the way ,round these parts a pint of Stella and Scotch is a well known hangover cure , why such a bad reaction from your brother of the angle ?
 
Most dreadfully sorry Mike, i will start a 'What floppy hat' thread in recompense. As for bigging up the Northeners ability to hold his booze well i can tell you that having lived 25 years both above and below the hallowed line there is no difference mate, a **** head is a **** head wherever :)
As for the 'bad reaction', you have no idea ! you had to be in Chris's front room the next morning when Kingy took the call from Skids missus to really understand :lol
 
Oi Lush, talking of holding yer booze - what excuse are you going to use this year for not attending the 5th Annual Ousemeister Barbel Challenge?
 
Simon Lush said:
Most dreadfully sorry Mike, i will start a 'What floppy hat' thread in recompense. As for bigging up the Northeners ability to hold his booze well i can tell you that having lived 25 years both above and below the hallowed line there is no difference mate, a **** head is a **** head wherever :)
As for the 'bad reaction', you have no idea ! you had to be in Chris's front room the next morning when Kingy took the call from Skids missus to really understand :lol
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Look forward to the floppy hat thread Simon , it might expand to floppy rods and all manner of things floppy and flacid . :).That broads weekend sounds like a blinder ,almost literally .!At least you can remember it , can Skid ?
 
Poor old Skid. It was actually my 40th birthday bash and a real humdinger at that. The bar closed at about 1 o'clock, however, which upset Skid a little so Simon gave him a free pint of 50/50 Stella and Scotch to keep him happy. I'm told that he downed it in one swig.

It was the end of Feb and Skid was not exactly suitably dressed for the one mile walk home. The last I saw of him he was doing okay though, wobbling a bit as he staggered from one side of the street to the other while bouncing off of the shop windows like a pinball, but he was heading in the right direction. Getting run over 200 yards from the party was a bit of a hiccup but with nothing worse than broken spectacles and a few tire marks to hamper him, our intrepid hero carried on until somewhere along the route he decided that there must be a short cut home through various back gardens. After eventually being overcome by a savage attack from some rather vicious rose bushes which left him mudded, blooded and torn, he realized the error of his ways and set off back down the road again. Four hours later his 10 year old daughter was woken up by the sound of her daddy crying on their doorstep after his epic one mile journey which had taken four hours to complete.

After staying in bed for three days, Skid gave up drinking entirely for six months. Then some years later he gave up booze altogether, becoming a glowing role modal for children. The moral of this story is never accept a drink from Simon Lush, or let him order you a curry..... but that is an entirely different story that Skid also came to regret:D.
 
The phrase 'Do unto others as they would do unto you' was never more appropriate :) most of us regretted knowing the others at some stage as i recall !!
 
Simon Lush said:
Let me know dates Rob ;) will do my best.
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I'll be making an "official" announcement in the next day or two but, as always, it will be the first Saturday in September which is the 4th this year.

With only 3 barbel in 4 years, I'm hoping you'll come and show us how it's done! If you think you're up to it, that is... ;)

R.
 
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