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Most memorable session ever

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Marcus Wilson

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What is your most memorable session or the weirdest thing you've seen on the bank. Mine was a number of years ago when having fished a few hours into darkness and catching quite a few, i returned to my car to find that the car park was filled with doggers! My car was parked literally between two cars both of which had women in and a long line of fellas outside waiting their turn.

At least when i got home i had a good excuse for the misses as to why i smelt of fish! :):)
 
Marcus Wilson said:
What is your most memorable session or the weirdest thing you've seen on the bank. Mine was a number of years ago when having fished a few hours into darkness and catching quite a few, i returned to my car to find that the car park was filled with doggers! My car was parked literally between two cars both of which had women in and a long line of fellas outside waiting their turn.
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Bleak. I bet you won't be in a rush to go to another BCC fish-in again...;)
 
Marcus Wilson said:
What is your most memorable session or the weirdest thing you've seen on the bank. Mine was a number of years ago when having fished a few hours into darkness and catching quite a few, i returned to my car to find that the car park was filled with doggers! My car was parked literally between two cars both of which had women in and a long line of fellas outside waiting their turn.

At least when i got home i had a good excuse for the misses as to why i smelt of fish! :):)
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Marcus, i also live in Liverpool. Could you please tell me which car park it was, so i NEVER EVER visit it. Honestly :D:D:D

Told this one a while ago, but i,ll never forget it. :)

Once upon a time

Many moons ago, a mate and i went night fishing at Sefton Park lake in Liverpool. It had been a real summers day, high in the 20,s i think, and as such, being young and naive, we went without the appropriate warm clothing. We arrived at the lake before darkness fell, tackled up, and got set for a good nights tench fishing, tench upto 7 maybe 8lb. By midnight, we,d had a couple of fish each, but none of the biggies. The mist was by now, rolling over the lake, and being a cloudless night, the temp had dropped quite a bit. By 2 a.m. we were freezing our b******s off. In my little cantilever tackle box, i had a Ralgex rub on stick, when i had a Eurika moment, just behind us in the rocks was a cave. In i went, stripped off to the birthday suit, and covered myself from head to toe in this potent orange rub, and i do mean everywhere. WOW!!!! instant warmth, fantastic, or so i thought. Within 10 minutes, my skin felt like it was starting to bubble with the heat, 2 minutes later i was almost in tears, my knackers were on fire, only one thing for it, my cycle bottle full of orange juice was quickly dispatched, but to no avail, one more option, back down to the birthday suit and into the lake, the steam looked like a boiling kettle, but what relief. The mate was just creased up on the bank, couldn,t believe what i was doing, then realised i had fecked his swim.

Moral of the story, IF YOU GO NIGHT FISHING, TAKE WARM CLOTHING NO MATTER WHAT.
 
Fished the Dove once and a couple of elderly skinny dippers came swimming past!
Totally ignored my bait.
 
Derek Funcks said:
Marcus, i also live in Liverpool. Could you please tell me which car park it was, so i NEVER EVER visit it. Honestly :D:D:D

Told this one a while ago, but i,ll never forget it. :)

Once upon a time

Many moons ago, a mate and i went night fishing at Sefton Park lake in Liverpool. It had been a real summers day, high in the 20,s i think, and as such, being young and naive, we went without the appropriate warm clothing. We arrived at the lake before darkness fell, tackled up, and got set for a good nights tench fishing, tench upto 7 maybe 8lb. By midnight, we,d had a couple of fish each, but none of the biggies. The mist was by now, rolling over the lake, and being a cloudless night, the temp had dropped quite a bit. By 2 a.m. we were freezing our b******s off. In my little cantilever tackle box, i had a Ralgex rub on stick, when i had a Eurika moment, just behind us in the rocks was a cave. In i went, stripped off to the birthday suit, and covered myself from head to toe in this potent orange rub, and i do mean everywhere. WOW!!!! instant warmth, fantastic, or so i thought. Within 10 minutes, my skin felt like it was starting to bubble with the heat, 2 minutes later i was almost in tears, my knackers were on fire, only one thing for it, my cycle bottle full of orange juice was quickly dispatched, but to no avail, one more option, back down to the birthday suit and into the lake, the steam looked like a boiling kettle, but what relief. The mate was just creased up on the bank, couldn,t believe what i was doing, then realised i had fecked his swim.

Moral of the story, IF YOU GO NIGHT FISHING, TAKE WARM CLOTHING NO MATTER WHAT.
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:):) I will get the car park details over to you haha ;):D
 
Many years ago, when I was a teenager, a friend and I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Topcliffe to fish the Swale, I say spur of moment, it was about 7 pm and Topcliffe was about 60 miles away. We had no transport, but decided to set off and camp overnight in some field or other, anyway, after a few buses and a couple of trains, it got very late, we were somewhere near the river , or at leat within 15 miles, we were walking down unlit country lanes, trying to read an old screwed up map, it got misty and cold.
Eventually it got beyond a joke, we walked through a poorly lit hamlet of a few houses, crossed a wide road, and found a grassy mound, where we set up our tent.
In the morning we were wakened by the hooting of car horns, looked out and saw we were camped on a roundabout.
River was only a good walk away.

Dave
 
Well, it was a really dark night, and I was sitting on my own with no other anglers within 120 miles. It was absolutely silent, bar the hooting of owls now and then, creepy stuff. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sound of a low growl. When I turned round there was a tiger and a lion sitting on the back of a rhinoceros, staring at me. As I moved my arm, the rhinoceros growled again, so I froze...but each time I moved, it growled even more. After two days of this, the lion said 'He is asking you if you have caught anything mate'. As soon as I explained that I hadn't, they said their goodbyes and left. Of course there were no paw prints to back my story up, as the cats were on the rhino's back....and he was wearing waders.

WHAT?

Cheers, Dave.
 
David Gauntlett said:
Well, it was a really dark night, and I was sitting on my own with no other anglers within 120 miles. It was absolutely silent, bar the hooting of owls now and then, creepy stuff. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sound of a low growl. When I turned round there was a tiger and a lion sitting on the back of a rhinoceros, staring at me. As I moved my arm, the rhinoceros growled again, so I froze...but each time I moved, it growled even more. After two days of this, the lion said 'He is asking you if you have caught anything mate'. As soon as I explained that I hadn't, they said their goodbyes and left. Of course there were no paw prints to back my story up, as the cats were on the rhino's back....and he was wearing waders.

WHAT?

Cheers, Dave.
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:D:D

Dont believe you Dave, but makes a good story, ;)

Dave
 
I once hooked a bleak when trotting on St. Patricks stream.
This was taken by a perch about a lb on the way in.

As I brought that towards the bank a pike of about 5lb grabbed it. As I slowly played it back towards me a huge pike of around 20lb came from under the staging and grabbed the pike across its body.
Of course no chance to land it.

That's a true story, unlike Daves, we know they don't make waders that big.
 
David Gauntlett said:
Well, it was a really dark night, and I was sitting on my own with no other anglers within 120 miles. It was absolutely silent, bar the hooting of owls now and then, creepy stuff. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sound of a low growl. When I turned round there was a tiger and a lion sitting on the back of a rhinoceros, staring at me. As I moved my arm, the rhinoceros growled again, so I froze...but each time I moved, it growled even more. After two days of this, the lion said 'He is asking you if you have caught anything mate'. As soon as I explained that I hadn't, they said their goodbyes and left. Of course there were no paw prints to back my story up, as the cats were on the rhino's back....and he was wearing waders.

WHAT?

Cheers, Dave.
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I was taking this in like a hot chip until i thought about a growling Rhino. Sorry
Dave, but i don't believe it.

Stephen
 
Graham Elliott said:
I once hooked a bleak when trotting on St. Patricks stream.
This was taken by a perch about a lb on the way in.

As I brought that towards the bank a pike of about 5lb grabbed it. As I slowly played it back towards me a huge pike of around 20lb came from under the staging and grabbed the pike across its body.
Of course no chance to land it.

That's a true story, unlike Daves, we know they don't make waders that big.
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Had a similar experience at Rushey weir. Hooked a bleak, perch had the bleak and a jack had the perch. Got the bleak and the perch in when the Jack let go :)
 
David Gauntlett said:
Well, it was a really dark night, and I was sitting on my own with no other anglers within 120 miles. It was absolutely silent, bar the hooting of owls now and then, creepy stuff. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sound of a low growl. When I turned round there was a tiger and a lion sitting on the back of a rhinoceros, staring at me. As I moved my arm, the rhinoceros growled again, so I froze...but each time I moved, it growled even more. After two days of this, the lion said 'He is asking you if you have caught anything mate'. As soon as I explained that I hadn't, they said their goodbyes and left. Of course there were no paw prints to back my story up, as the cats were on the rhino's back....and he was wearing waders.

WHAT?

Cheers, Dave.
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Are you quite sure Dave, the mind can play tricks you know. Are you 100% it wasn't Mark Barrett wearing a dodgy fur trapper?..
 
Joe Winstanley said:
Are you quite sure Dave, the mind can play tricks you know. Are you 100% it wasn't Mark Barrett wearing a dodgy fur trapper?..
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Well, I did wonder at the time Joe, but then it occurred to me that the lion spoke with such a perfect David Niven style accent that it couldn't possibly have been Mark. However, now you mention it....I suppose that also could be down to the sneaky ventriloquist tiger. I never did trust tigers you know, and in my experience, the ones that ride on rhinos are the worst of a bad bunch.

Cheers, Dave.
 
Mr Gauntlett dear chap, you really must pay a visit to specsavers. The creature(s) you thought you saw, was not a tiger on a rhino's back. It was the much loved " tigoceros ". Not fierce at all, as you can see from the picture. This one lives on the outskirts of Liverpool John Lennon Airport, but often passes through to say hello to passengers. And as for the so called roar, that was most likely wind, a good glass of Andrews should sort you out. ;):D:)


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Derek, that is a critter that only John could have dreamt up. I think it's the product of a combination of mind distorting substances...and living with a person who had a different slant on life...cough.

By the way, I would try your advice of a glass of Andrews, but you didn't say what he drinks.

Cheers, Dave.
 
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