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Who would have ever thought such a thing could have happened twenty years ago,maybe even ten.
It is here,not far from you ,one might wager,as either home grown wonder fish,or garlic breathed ,foreigners,still dizzy from crossing the channel by Air,boat or train,continue to suddenly appear at a water near you.
The mags and forums are rife with proud captors,catching not one thirty in a session,but even three and four or more,and seasons tally of thirties ,bordering on incomprehensible,at least to an old timer like me.
I nearly joined one this spring,but after thinking about,and deciding,my love of all species,and venues,was too strong,lost my deposit.
And do you know,I am glad I did,because my busy work schedule would never have fitted in in with it,and the hours needed to do it justice.
Another thing folk have mentioned,is that PBs from certain waters,are not even taken seriously any more,and to be respected ,they must be from some other "ultra cult" ,hard core place,where fishing is probably illegal in the first place.
"Guesting",now widely regarded as "ok" by most,and famous fish,displayed by hardcore anglers,who will stop at nothing ,or anybody to get the trophy shot.
I digress from ny original theme.
Forget the ubiquitous "Simmos",those Dolly the Sheep androids,or wherever the source ,they are here to stay,because thats what the punters want,instant Carping is well established.
The sad thing for me is how so many anglers ,feel it that ordinary fish,the sort that most of us catch,are no longer worthy.
Even the comics ,seem to only feature great big fish,Carp that years ago would have been in there once a year.
As a result,every spare bit of water,or green field is being dug and stocked,and anglers gleefully rush there,PBs are all,the modern Digi Camera providing instant gratification,or dare I say it,the dreaded Camera phone.
Something I see every day on my travels as an EA Bailiff.
Am I too cynical,or am barking back to a bygone era through rose coloured spectacles,or should I be glad the old ,french onion seller,with his stripey vest,and beret,and rikkety bicycle now delivers Giant,hump backed Carp instead,except modern technology means it is more likely to have an EEC passport,or even from Antipodean origins.
What happened to the key to the padlock,to blighties once impregnable shores.
They only went and built a Tunnel !
But enough,you have your say.
Pons.
It is here,not far from you ,one might wager,as either home grown wonder fish,or garlic breathed ,foreigners,still dizzy from crossing the channel by Air,boat or train,continue to suddenly appear at a water near you.
The mags and forums are rife with proud captors,catching not one thirty in a session,but even three and four or more,and seasons tally of thirties ,bordering on incomprehensible,at least to an old timer like me.
I nearly joined one this spring,but after thinking about,and deciding,my love of all species,and venues,was too strong,lost my deposit.
And do you know,I am glad I did,because my busy work schedule would never have fitted in in with it,and the hours needed to do it justice.
Another thing folk have mentioned,is that PBs from certain waters,are not even taken seriously any more,and to be respected ,they must be from some other "ultra cult" ,hard core place,where fishing is probably illegal in the first place.
"Guesting",now widely regarded as "ok" by most,and famous fish,displayed by hardcore anglers,who will stop at nothing ,or anybody to get the trophy shot.
I digress from ny original theme.
Forget the ubiquitous "Simmos",those Dolly the Sheep androids,or wherever the source ,they are here to stay,because thats what the punters want,instant Carping is well established.
The sad thing for me is how so many anglers ,feel it that ordinary fish,the sort that most of us catch,are no longer worthy.
Even the comics ,seem to only feature great big fish,Carp that years ago would have been in there once a year.
As a result,every spare bit of water,or green field is being dug and stocked,and anglers gleefully rush there,PBs are all,the modern Digi Camera providing instant gratification,or dare I say it,the dreaded Camera phone.
Something I see every day on my travels as an EA Bailiff.
Am I too cynical,or am barking back to a bygone era through rose coloured spectacles,or should I be glad the old ,french onion seller,with his stripey vest,and beret,and rikkety bicycle now delivers Giant,hump backed Carp instead,except modern technology means it is more likely to have an EEC passport,or even from Antipodean origins.
What happened to the key to the padlock,to blighties once impregnable shores.
They only went and built a Tunnel !
But enough,you have your say.
Pons.