I arrived at a local council pit to find my favourite swim was empty but there was a chap on the one to my right. I cheerily asked this fellow how it was going, he mumbled something about it being harder than a porn star's pecker and sat scowling like a dog with a stick up its bum.
I set up a waggler and sweetcorn and threw it out, basically just to see if any more shotting were needed. The float didn't even settle, it went under as though rolling off a table.
The culprit which must have taken on the drop was a tench, circa 3lbs. Chummy next door shot me a long, lingering look of absolute malevolence (give a choice, he'd probably just have shot me - he looked the sort).
My big beaming smile only wound him up to even greater heights.
An early example of ro(a)d rage, methinks.
Have a great day, all
