Me And My Shadow
One has to go right back to the early days of Anglers Net cos that's where the tinternet story begins. Can't recall Damian being in any of the tribes back then or even being a lone warrior like mesen. Well that's not strictly true because I was in the SACG soon to be SAA encampment along with other blasts from the past like Steve Richardson, Mike Heylin (now on the Angling Trust board) Chris Turnbull, Nev Fickling, Tim Marks, Alan Pearce, Chris Burt, Dave Lumb, ex NFA chairman Dave Bird, Alan Acaza, and an army of other NASA anglers (that's National Association of Specialist Anglers) and the forerunner to that the NASG (that's the National Association of Specimen Groups) with Des Taylor as its secretary. Most of these guys and hundreds more came into the clearing to fight the very first angling internet war over directions that the specialist angling movement was going in or at least how some wanted it to go.
Out of the forest on the other side of the clearing came a whole host of other tribes and a lot of these tribes were mostly led by Steve Pope (Also known affectionately to me as Darth, Popeye, The Dark One, Nedd, and Lord Barbeldom.) and his captains who were opposed to what the SACG were trying to do. Interesting to note that nearly all of his captains are now his critics but that's another story I won't go into. Ok so I will a bit later on. Then coming in behind the purple and gold army were other tribes and cudgel toting dullards that used to turn up in case one of the captains were sick or gone away on holiday. Oh yes and then there was the "hidden identities" who used to post anonymously. Remember the "Hornet" anyone? He was a very famous BS capo who resigned when a SACG trap exposed him. Great days full of very humorous banter with some exceptional wordsmiths around on both sides.
Believe it or not, these very first internet battles actually formed the basis of what we call the Angling Trust today because all manner of gripes on all sides were eventually taken into account back then so political angling could move forward to some form of consensus so angling could sit around the same table without having the compulsion to slit each others throats!
You writing all this down Damian?
Legend has it that the inaugural meeting of the dreaded Barbel Police took place in the trenches of these battles because around that time stiff upright blokes with pale faces, polished boots and pointee hats were appearing running amuck all over the place bumping into everything in a state of confusion with truncheons drawn. Woe betide anyone who didn't have a center pin reel or fished with anything else but the one rod. Buzzer ownership was considered heresy. Still is!!!!
Anyway the SAA was eventually born and things died down for a while as the tribes left the clearing to go home for some rest bite. Or in my case,.. Guinness.
Time wore on with small skirmishes appearing on the edges of the clearing but it was mostly peaceful in the land of Politico until the Trojan horse called Adams Mill was wheeled out of the forest into the clearing where it stood like a blot on the barbel fishing landscape.
The Barbel Wars had begun.
Not a week went by in the Dangling Times when someone else had caught a record barbel as the size of these fish went up in ounce increments. The circus had arrived at Adams Mill and what a trapeze act it became as names were quickly made and forgot even quicker as the same old tired fish got recaptured time and time again. For many, this had become the barbel fishing mecca and much scurrilous backhanded dealing was being done in efforts to try and obtain the fishing rights there. Newport Pagnell lost their fishing rights at Kickles Farm then Milton Keynes had to pay a ridiculous sum of money themselves in order to keep the fishery at Adams Mill. The lust for barbel fishing stardom had reached an all time crescendo.
On and on it went until one dark night a furry creature paddled up river and it was all over. Even the otters wanted to get into the Dangling Times.
Adams Mill is now back on the ordinary club card and anyone can fish there. No record barbel though as the big ones have all snuffed it. Will they ever return? Was all the fiasco worth it? Will we ever see the same charade being played out on other club waters when big fish turn up again?
Then as the cannon smoke cleared and the barbel wars settled down peace again reigned for a while.
Then out of nowhere, hushed militant voices were heard whispering in dark corners within the cloisters of Barbeldom. These hushed voices soon turned to cries for freedom as the mob began to run riot through the narrow corridors with torches blazing. These darkly decorated captains of Darth were now seeking his head as they turned on their master. Plans were laid to oust the King and grab the Kingdom for themselves but Ma Lord Nedd was far too clever for them and it was the traitor capos who found themselves banished forever from Barbeldom. Vanquished by their Lord who had created them in his eyes in the first place forcing them to wander the never as outcasts.
Damian would have it that I'm anti BS and anti Steve Pope but it wasn't me that went for the Lord of Barbel twas others and I had nothing to do with it. Hell I didn't even comment when the assassins tried then failed in their coups d'etat I could of course have dinned out on such a dastardly deed but I didn't.
And if all this sounds like a fairy story then I suppose it is. A chapter within specialist angling you couldn't even begin to write it is so real.
Am I bovered? Nope. You bovered? Nope.
Damian and me are like a story. The story of the barnacle and the ship. Every time I sail past him he sticks to me bottom for some reason. Not sure why as I've never met him or indeed know nothing about him. I bet he's a real nice bloke in person most of em are that I eventually get to meet off the tinternet. I have to say though I like his jibes as he gives me so much material to write about.
So that's about it. Me and my shadow.
Regards,
Lee.