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This is a dedicated thread for discussing article: Barbel Fishing – The Pope’s River Diary: February 2012
nice to see Sean and Lee mentioned in the same list as John Bailey and Martin Bowler
I've had the pleasure of meeting and fishing with both - and both arev great blokes as well as great anglers
Miyagi and the Swordster... great anglers, M'lud...? Are you on a Bristol Cream bender again? Lol! :w
No mention of Guy Robb or Stu Morgan, Steve?
I had a stalker once, I had to marry her to get rid. Very soon lost interest then.
Remember that we are talking "No, not from that angle, THIS is my good side" Celebridees here, ****y - Angling and Anglers (let alone the latters' ability / lack of ab' / integrity) really don't come into it. Once you understand this, all will be clear to you and you can just go fishing.
Remember that we are talking "No, not from that angle, THIS is my good side" Celebridees here, ****y - Angling and Anglers (let alone the latters' ability / lack of ab' / integrity) really don't come into it. Once you understand this, all will be clear to you and you can just go fishing.
Clear as mud Paul! Cheers, feeling better already, and off fishing tomorrow
As I know both these celebridees personally I thought it would be bad form to miss an opportunity to take the peas! And yes, reluctantly I'll admit they do catch a few... quite a few in fact more than me
Glad you understand. Took a mate of 36 years for a river-side walk this afternoon on the way to a pub where at 5.00pm we'd bail out and head off our different ways for home. The river was low and summer-filthy in winter, black algae / slime on most gravels, but I still enthused ... "Just up here, T, I have had some fine barbel in recent years ... don't fish it now, moved on, but ... wouldn't believe it, would you? ... river this size, how it looks now...".
Then we encountered a well-enthroned barbel angler.
"Don't talk to him, T, just walk past ... it won't be nice..."
But T, like myself, not one for up-themselves canutes, pitched in with some chat.
Never seen such WTF paranoia on a man's face since I last fished the stretch three years ago; the man was clearly in the grip of some "Flight or fight" internal dialogue, and was none too friendly when he finally managed a few words (more grunts) to a couple of guys who definitely did not LOOK like Anglers, but who just might have been.
We continued our walk.
T. (an ex-angler who caught his first barbel with me when I took him to fish the Kennet in 1977) to Me: "Effin ell, Paul, what's 'e on?"
Me to T: "Whatever it is, it's flooded the market, T, and I want none of it."
And at that we strode on, got to the pub, did a couple of friendly pints, then went our different ways home.
Hi ****y,
I included Stu and Guy in the last Diary piece!
Steve.