some of the hardest men i know like and go fishing, they just aint picked on the right men, when they do positions may be reversed
For men of a certain age( I am a similar age to the poor guy who died),and if we're of a certain-type, in our minds we're still young bucks, the reality is we're not, and there are no 'fair-goes' or queensbury rules with these scumbags.
My car alarm went off the other night and I instinctively rushed from my peg to see what was happening, chancing upon a ' garden implement' on the way there.
The car seemed OK but I then started looking for them - in my mind they would get sorted, but in reality if I did clout one - who would end up in a world of bother?I think we know the answer to that one.
Worse still I find myself miles from anywhere, faced with a gang of younger,fitter, feral, drug enhanced chavs and I realise I'm not Jacky Chan anymore. Chances are I would have taken a proper battering, probably worse.
I had to have a word with myself.Like all of us, I go fishing to get away from hassle - sometimes , regrettably , it finds us. In future unless I'm in a situation where I have to defend myself , I'll simply use the phone -999 - no worries.This is a sad,sad, reminder of the world we live in.