maceo
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Whilst fishing yesterday, one of those double canoes came by upstream with two posh paddlers in it. They were fully kitted out in waterproofs and those crash helmet things they like to wear.
I reeled in to let them pass and they waved and said thanks and 'good morning'.
About an hour later they came paddling back down again and the fella, who was sitting in the back of the canoe, shouted out "I say! Do want this float I found?" and chucked a Drennan loaded crystal waggler onto the bank.
I went over and got it and thanked him and asked him whether he could possibly reach a Dave Harrell waggler I lost round the other side of the big hawthorn tree that's next to my swim. It had been hanging upside down there, but well out of reach, after a particularly windy session about three months ago. A semi-permanent monument to my angling incompetence shame.
"No problem old chap!" he replied and they paddled round the other side of the tree to where it was hanging.
I expected his wife, who was sitting in the front of the canoe to pull it down, but no. He paddled full steam into the tree, smashing her face-first into the prickly branches. She sat there uncomplaining in a bird's nest of branches while he got his pocket knife out and cut down the float (it was that well tangled) and threw it back to me.
When he reversed out again, I half expected his wife to remain hanging upside down in the branches like the float had been, but with a lot of awful ripping and snapping noises she emerged out into the light again, beaming as though nothing untoward had happened.
And to think some people on this board complain about canoeists!
I reeled in to let them pass and they waved and said thanks and 'good morning'.
About an hour later they came paddling back down again and the fella, who was sitting in the back of the canoe, shouted out "I say! Do want this float I found?" and chucked a Drennan loaded crystal waggler onto the bank.
I went over and got it and thanked him and asked him whether he could possibly reach a Dave Harrell waggler I lost round the other side of the big hawthorn tree that's next to my swim. It had been hanging upside down there, but well out of reach, after a particularly windy session about three months ago. A semi-permanent monument to my angling incompetence shame.
"No problem old chap!" he replied and they paddled round the other side of the tree to where it was hanging.
I expected his wife, who was sitting in the front of the canoe to pull it down, but no. He paddled full steam into the tree, smashing her face-first into the prickly branches. She sat there uncomplaining in a bird's nest of branches while he got his pocket knife out and cut down the float (it was that well tangled) and threw it back to me.
When he reversed out again, I half expected his wife to remain hanging upside down in the branches like the float had been, but with a lot of awful ripping and snapping noises she emerged out into the light again, beaming as though nothing untoward had happened.
And to think some people on this board complain about canoeists!
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