Christmas Quiz - More Fish than You Think?
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Mark Wintle
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It's a very tough angling quiz that my alter ego Professor Bumblebee concocts. We had one about 5 years ago. To make it hard none of the questions can be easily Googled.
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Graham Marsden
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The answers!
More Fish than You Think? ANSWERS!
Chris and Eric pulled into the car park adjacent to the large lake they had come to fish. A day earlier they had travelled a hundred miles to reach this venue, and then spent the night in a Travelodge, they’d played poker in the evening. Charlie had been amazed when Eric had produced that red Ace of Hearts on the last hand to beat his three Kings. To soften Chris’s mood they’d had a few drinks, mainly beers but Chris had also had a gin and tonic. Odd then, that they didn’t have a hangover of any description the next day.
They chose a pleasant swim near the Church and erected their two-man bivvie in readiness for a three day session. Closing the zipper Chris said:
“Let’s set the rods up.” A few minutes later they were fishing. They had the radio on quietly, Chris liked jazz and Eric preferred heavy metal so there had to be give and take on both sides. At ten o’clock the church bells started ringing, Eric said:
“I used to go to Church, I always liked to hear a Psalm on Sunday; it gave me a lift.” Chris said he always liked to have a lie in on Sunday, except when he was going fishing.
At lunchtime they had sandwiches with cheese and ham in. Now the pubs were open they decided to have a quick beer at the Angel Inn next to the church. However, it was full and they were waiting ages. Eric muscled his way to the bar belligerently, looking to complain but the barmaid offered such promise of pneumatic bliss that his temper rapidly disappeared. After the beer the two of them returned to the fishing with renewed energy. “Chris was the first to catch; a nice fish of about eight pounds; much bigger than the tiddler the cat fishing in the margins had pawed out nearby.”
“One up for the maestro” uttered Eric “We need a few more of that calibre.” A minute later his bite alarm went off and he netted a similar looking fish.
That was it for the first day. In the evening they played cards and once again Chris thought his hand was invincible. A knave of diamonds from Eric completed an unlikely full house; they finished their crisp ration for the day and went to sleep. The next morning there was a new car in the park, an Imprezza Turbo. The driver had already set up in the next swim thirty yards to their left.
“It was a bit quiet yesterday” he told him. “We only had a couple” The new angler told him he’d had a big double here a week ago. He introduced himself as Pete and said he’d be here for a couple of days. The fishing was slow but every now and then one of them would get a bite, so it remained interesting. That evening Chris and Eric went to Pete’s swim and cracked a few beers open. They told him about the barmaid in The Angel, but he said he’d seen her and thought she was a bit chubby! A few hours later, feeling (eel and ling) a bit gruff, Eric and Charlie went to sleep hoping for a good day’s fishing the next day.
Chris’s bite alarm went off at 6.30 the next morning. Turning out of his sleeping bag; unzipping the bivvie; tripping up over one of the guy rope spikes; he reached his rod and struck into a good fish. By the time Pete arrived Eric was preparing to land it; the biggest yet, possibly a twenty.
“Brilliant, Chris!” said Pete, “Let’s get the scales.” The dial spun round to register 21lb.
“That’s a personal best for me!” said Chris excitedly and the moment was sealed with a firm handshake from Eric and Pete. Nothing topped that for the rest of the day, a few bites and another smaller fish each; it was time to pack up. Pete wrote down his email address for Eric with a Biro; a ‘cheerio’ between the three of them and the fishing break was at an end.
Andy Scholey© Dec 2009
If anyone found more than 24 then that's a bonus!
More Fish than You Think? ANSWERS!
Chris and Eric pulled into the car park adjacent to the large lake they had come to fish. A day earlier they had travelled a hundred miles to reach this venue, and then spent the night in a Travelodge, they’d played poker in the evening. Charlie had been amazed when Eric had produced that red Ace of Hearts on the last hand to beat his three Kings. To soften Chris’s mood they’d had a few drinks, mainly beers but Chris had also had a gin and tonic. Odd then, that they didn’t have a hangover of any description the next day.
They chose a pleasant swim near the Church and erected their two-man bivvie in readiness for a three day session. Closing the zipper Chris said:
“Let’s set the rods up.” A few minutes later they were fishing. They had the radio on quietly, Chris liked jazz and Eric preferred heavy metal so there had to be give and take on both sides. At ten o’clock the church bells started ringing, Eric said:
“I used to go to Church, I always liked to hear a Psalm on Sunday; it gave me a lift.” Chris said he always liked to have a lie in on Sunday, except when he was going fishing.
At lunchtime they had sandwiches with cheese and ham in. Now the pubs were open they decided to have a quick beer at the Angel Inn next to the church. However, it was full and they were waiting ages. Eric muscled his way to the bar belligerently, looking to complain but the barmaid offered such promise of pneumatic bliss that his temper rapidly disappeared. After the beer the two of them returned to the fishing with renewed energy. “Chris was the first to catch; a nice fish of about eight pounds; much bigger than the tiddler the cat fishing in the margins had pawed out nearby.”
“One up for the maestro” uttered Eric “We need a few more of that calibre.” A minute later his bite alarm went off and he netted a similar looking fish.
That was it for the first day. In the evening they played cards and once again Chris thought his hand was invincible. A knave of diamonds from Eric completed an unlikely full house; they finished their crisp ration for the day and went to sleep. The next morning there was a new car in the park, an Imprezza Turbo. The driver had already set up in the next swim thirty yards to their left.
“It was a bit quiet yesterday” he told him. “We only had a couple” The new angler told him he’d had a big double here a week ago. He introduced himself as Pete and said he’d be here for a couple of days. The fishing was slow but every now and then one of them would get a bite, so it remained interesting. That evening Chris and Eric went to Pete’s swim and cracked a few beers open. They told him about the barmaid in The Angel, but he said he’d seen her and thought she was a bit chubby! A few hours later, feeling (eel and ling) a bit gruff, Eric and Charlie went to sleep hoping for a good day’s fishing the next day.
Chris’s bite alarm went off at 6.30 the next morning. Turning out of his sleeping bag; unzipping the bivvie; tripping up over one of the guy rope spikes; he reached his rod and struck into a good fish. By the time Pete arrived Eric was preparing to land it; the biggest yet, possibly a twenty.
“Brilliant, Chris!” said Pete, “Let’s get the scales.” The dial spun round to register 21lb.
“That’s a personal best for me!” said Chris excitedly and the moment was sealed with a firm handshake from Eric and Pete. Nothing topped that for the rest of the day, a few bites and another smaller fish each; it was time to pack up. Pete wrote down his email address for Eric with a Biro; a ‘cheerio’ between the three of them and the fishing break was at an end.
Andy Scholey© Dec 2009
If anyone found more than 24 then that's a bonus!
flyingstudent
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Many More Fish than You Think? ANSWERS!
(Combining some of the ones I found), Orange are the ones I've added and blue are the slightly tenuous ones you could almost include. I dare say I've missed some) That makes 29 excluding the dodgy ones and repeats.
Chris and Eric pulled into the car park adjacent to the large lake they had come to fish. A day earlier they had travelled a hundred miles to reach this venue, and then spent the night in a Travelodge, they’d played poker in the evening. Charlie had been amazed when Eric had produced that red Ace of Hearts on the last hand to beat his three Kings. To soften Chris’s mood they’d had a few drinks, mainly beers but Chris had also had a gin and tonic. Odd then, that they didn’t have a hangover of any description the next day.
They chose a pleasant swim near the Church and erected their two-man bivvie in readiness for a three day session. Closing the zipper Chris said:
“Let’s set the rods up.” A few minutes later they were fishing. They had the radio on quietly, Chris liked jazz and Eric preferred heavy metal so there had to be give and take on both sides. At ten o’clock the church bells started ringing, Eric said:
“I used to go to Church, I always liked to hear a Psalm on Sunday; it gave me a lift.” Chris said he always liked to have a lie in on Sunday, except when he was going fishing.
At lunchtime they had sandwiches with cheese and ham in. Now the pubs were open they decided to have a quick beer at the Angel Inn next to the church. However, it was full and they were waiting ages. Eric muscled his way to the bar belligerently, looking to complain but the barmaid offered such promise of pneumatic bliss that his temper rapidly disappeared. After the beer the two of them returned to the fishing with renewed energy. “Chris was the first to catch; a nice fish of about eight pounds; much bigger than the tiddler the cat fishing in the margins had pawed out nearby.”
“One up for the maestro” uttered Eric “We need a few more of that calibre.” A minute later his bite alarm went off and he netted a similar looking fish.
That was it for the first day. In the evening they played cards and once again Chris thought his hand was invincible. A knave of diamonds from Eric completed an unlikely full house; they finished their crisp ration for the day and went to sleep. The next morning there was a new car in the park, an Imprezza Turbo. The driver had already set up in the next swim thirty yards to their left.
“It was a bit quiet yesterday” he told him. “We only had a couple” The new angler told him he’d had a big double here a week ago. He introduced himself as Pete and said he’d be here for a couple of days. The fishing was slow but every now and then one of them would get a bite, so it remained interesting. That evening Chris and Eric went to Pete’s swim and cracked a few beers open. They told him about the barmaid in The Angel, but he said he’d seen her and thought she was a bit chubby! A few hours later, feeling (eel and ling) a bit gruff, Eric and Char(repeat)lie went to sleep hoping for a good day’s fishing the next day.
Chris’s bite alarm went off at 6.30 the next morning. Turning out of his sleeping bag; unzipping the bivvie; tripping up over one of the guy rope spikes; he reached his rod and struck into a good fish. By the time Pete arrived Eric was p(repeat)reparing to land it; the biggest yet, possibly a twenty.
“Brilliant, Chris!” said Pete, “Let’s get the scales.” The dial spun round to register 21lb.
“That’s a personal best for me!” said Chris excitedly and the moment was sealed with a firm handshake from Eric and Pete. Nothing topped that for the rest of the day, a few bites and another smaller fish each; it was time to pack up. Pete wrote down his email address for Eric with a Biro; a ‘cheerio’ between the three of them and the fishing break was at an end.
Andy Scholey© Dec 2009
If anyone found more than 24 then that's a bonus!
(Combining some of the ones I found), Orange are the ones I've added and blue are the slightly tenuous ones you could almost include. I dare say I've missed some) That makes 29 excluding the dodgy ones and repeats.
Chris and Eric pulled into the car park adjacent to the large lake they had come to fish. A day earlier they had travelled a hundred miles to reach this venue, and then spent the night in a Travelodge, they’d played poker in the evening. Charlie had been amazed when Eric had produced that red Ace of Hearts on the last hand to beat his three Kings. To soften Chris’s mood they’d had a few drinks, mainly beers but Chris had also had a gin and tonic. Odd then, that they didn’t have a hangover of any description the next day.
They chose a pleasant swim near the Church and erected their two-man bivvie in readiness for a three day session. Closing the zipper Chris said:
“Let’s set the rods up.” A few minutes later they were fishing. They had the radio on quietly, Chris liked jazz and Eric preferred heavy metal so there had to be give and take on both sides. At ten o’clock the church bells started ringing, Eric said:
“I used to go to Church, I always liked to hear a Psalm on Sunday; it gave me a lift.” Chris said he always liked to have a lie in on Sunday, except when he was going fishing.
At lunchtime they had sandwiches with cheese and ham in. Now the pubs were open they decided to have a quick beer at the Angel Inn next to the church. However, it was full and they were waiting ages. Eric muscled his way to the bar belligerently, looking to complain but the barmaid offered such promise of pneumatic bliss that his temper rapidly disappeared. After the beer the two of them returned to the fishing with renewed energy. “Chris was the first to catch; a nice fish of about eight pounds; much bigger than the tiddler the cat fishing in the margins had pawed out nearby.”
“One up for the maestro” uttered Eric “We need a few more of that calibre.” A minute later his bite alarm went off and he netted a similar looking fish.
That was it for the first day. In the evening they played cards and once again Chris thought his hand was invincible. A knave of diamonds from Eric completed an unlikely full house; they finished their crisp ration for the day and went to sleep. The next morning there was a new car in the park, an Imprezza Turbo. The driver had already set up in the next swim thirty yards to their left.
“It was a bit quiet yesterday” he told him. “We only had a couple” The new angler told him he’d had a big double here a week ago. He introduced himself as Pete and said he’d be here for a couple of days. The fishing was slow but every now and then one of them would get a bite, so it remained interesting. That evening Chris and Eric went to Pete’s swim and cracked a few beers open. They told him about the barmaid in The Angel, but he said he’d seen her and thought she was a bit chubby! A few hours later, feeling (eel and ling) a bit gruff, Eric and Char(repeat)lie went to sleep hoping for a good day’s fishing the next day.
Chris’s bite alarm went off at 6.30 the next morning. Turning out of his sleeping bag; unzipping the bivvie; tripping up over one of the guy rope spikes; he reached his rod and struck into a good fish. By the time Pete arrived Eric was p(repeat)reparing to land it; the biggest yet, possibly a twenty.
“Brilliant, Chris!” said Pete, “Let’s get the scales.” The dial spun round to register 21lb.
“That’s a personal best for me!” said Chris excitedly and the moment was sealed with a firm handshake from Eric and Pete. Nothing topped that for the rest of the day, a few bites and another smaller fish each; it was time to pack up. Pete wrote down his email address for Eric with a Biro; a ‘cheerio’ between the three of them and the fishing break was at an end.
Andy Scholey© Dec 2009
If anyone found more than 24 then that's a bonus!
Well done Bagless, I think you must have a lot of time on your hands. When I wrote the story for the first time it was Eric and Charlie who were fishing but I changed it to Eric and Chris to avoid repeating Charlie. Unfortunately I didn't check the final text carefully enough(a failing of mine throughout my life!). I concede that ide and king fish are definite ones I didn't know were in there but I've never heard of a fish called an asp.
Very well done
Regards
Andy
The Blue ones Angel and Comet are probably ornamental tropical fish, but fish all the same! You should try out a career in proof reading Bagless!! Muscle?
Very well done
Regards
Andy
The Blue ones Angel and Comet are probably ornamental tropical fish, but fish all the same! You should try out a career in proof reading Bagless!! Muscle?
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flyingstudent
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Thanks Andy, you're quite right I do have a bit of time , but I rather enjoyed the experience, always nice to find more than intended. Asp is an endangered species from main land Europe, bit like a chub on steroids and quite predatory when large.
I only included muscle as Mark had pointed it out.. so felt I should add it to the very tenuous list.
Comet is a variety of goldfish and Angel should only really be included as 'angelfish'.. so a bit dodgy.
Not sure about the proof reading, unless it was finding fish names, otherwise I think I'd go quite mad. Having said that I missed minnow, and I’d never heard of dab and brill before. Anyway thanks again for writing the quiz!
, but I rather enjoyed the experience, always nice to find more than intended. Asp is an endangered species from main land Europe, bit like a chub on steroids and quite predatory when large. I only included muscle as Mark had pointed it out.. so felt I should add it to the very tenuous list
.Comet is a variety of goldfish and Angel should only really be included as 'angelfish'.. so a bit dodgy.
Not sure about the proof reading, unless it was finding fish names, otherwise I think I'd go quite mad
. Having said that I missed minnow, and I’d never heard of dab and brill before. Anyway thanks again for writing the quiz!Cheers Bagless
Minnow was my favourite one. I was desperate to get gudgeon in but the nearest I got was " ... a voice like Sir john Geilgud. ???? there's nothing beginning with geon that would make sense.
Andy
Minnow was my favourite one. I was desperate to get gudgeon in but the nearest I got was " ... a voice like Sir john Geilgud. ???? there's nothing beginning with geon that would make sense.
Andy