dann
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Some might call me a bit slow but I am starting to realise that I should live on a deserted island. That or people just don't know how to conduct themselves in a public place.
I had an early start on the river on Saturday which is quite unusual for me but I was up and at the river before 7. I packed light and planned to fish 3 or 4 pegs and be home by lunchtime to take the kids somewhere.
All was going well, it was a lovely morning and I started catching well straight away. I settled into my coffee thinking it doesn't get much better than this.....and then the people starting showing up.
This isn't unusual as it is a beautiful stretch of river and the Thames path attracts a few walkers, dog walkers, families out for a picnics etc. There is also a bit of boat traffic, this is known and I have no issue with it I just fish close to the bank.
With the above in mind, how do some of the people you see at place like this get themselves out of bed in the morning and tie their own shoelaces! A small snippet of the people I came across:
The posh old lady walking her dog - Dog comes over and tries to eat the contents of my bag. She turns up about 5 minutes behind and tells me that he'll eat my sandwiches if I am not careful. My suggestion that if he cant behave and she cant control him then perhaps he should be on a lead was ignored and off she went. Presumably to see if the butler has stocked the champagne fridge or something equally important
mg:
The weekend warrior boater - Wearing a sailors hat with wife and kids on the front of his big white ego chariot, far too close to the bank and going far too fast for the thames. The smuggest grin you will ever see and a face that wants punching
The know-it-all - Stomping down the bank doing his impression of a 1 man brass marching band before asking at 38 thousand decibels about what I have caught before telling me that he used to do a bit of "the old fishing" but he hasn't got the time now. He doesn't spot the irony that he had a camera around his neck and was holding a handbag dog on a piece of string. Of course he hasn't got time, he is too busy carrying his dog over puddles and taking another photo of it
Then my personal favourite, the young couple with absolutely no control over their terrorist toddler. I want to swim where that man is fishing, yes sure darling whatever pleases you. I want a turn at the fishing - the dad looked at me and I presume was working out if he would get away with it. The look on my face gave him a pretty good idea that he had more chance of a swim in the Thames than him or his daughter getting anywhere near me or my kit.
I decided that it was enough for one morning and I should head home before it gets any worse and I lose my cool when I spot 3 rowing boats came past with young lads in each. I think it was a stag do but they had music blaring, were dressed in speedos and sailors hats and were on the beer. One lad stands up and proceeds to pee off the boat while his mates screamed and rocked the boat.
Think I'll give Saturday mornings a pass for a while until the good weather passes and these people crawl back under whatever rock they live under. Also, I must remember to buy a lotto ticket so I can buy that island
I had an early start on the river on Saturday which is quite unusual for me but I was up and at the river before 7. I packed light and planned to fish 3 or 4 pegs and be home by lunchtime to take the kids somewhere.
All was going well, it was a lovely morning and I started catching well straight away. I settled into my coffee thinking it doesn't get much better than this.....and then the people starting showing up.
This isn't unusual as it is a beautiful stretch of river and the Thames path attracts a few walkers, dog walkers, families out for a picnics etc. There is also a bit of boat traffic, this is known and I have no issue with it I just fish close to the bank.
With the above in mind, how do some of the people you see at place like this get themselves out of bed in the morning and tie their own shoelaces! A small snippet of the people I came across:
The posh old lady walking her dog - Dog comes over and tries to eat the contents of my bag. She turns up about 5 minutes behind and tells me that he'll eat my sandwiches if I am not careful. My suggestion that if he cant behave and she cant control him then perhaps he should be on a lead was ignored and off she went. Presumably to see if the butler has stocked the champagne fridge or something equally important
mg: The weekend warrior boater - Wearing a sailors hat with wife and kids on the front of his big white ego chariot, far too close to the bank and going far too fast for the thames. The smuggest grin you will ever see and a face that wants punching
The know-it-all - Stomping down the bank doing his impression of a 1 man brass marching band before asking at 38 thousand decibels about what I have caught before telling me that he used to do a bit of "the old fishing" but he hasn't got the time now. He doesn't spot the irony that he had a camera around his neck and was holding a handbag dog on a piece of string. Of course he hasn't got time, he is too busy carrying his dog over puddles and taking another photo of it
Then my personal favourite, the young couple with absolutely no control over their terrorist toddler. I want to swim where that man is fishing, yes sure darling whatever pleases you. I want a turn at the fishing - the dad looked at me and I presume was working out if he would get away with it. The look on my face gave him a pretty good idea that he had more chance of a swim in the Thames than him or his daughter getting anywhere near me or my kit.
I decided that it was enough for one morning and I should head home before it gets any worse and I lose my cool when I spot 3 rowing boats came past with young lads in each. I think it was a stag do but they had music blaring, were dressed in speedos and sailors hats and were on the beer. One lad stands up and proceeds to pee off the boat while his mates screamed and rocked the boat.
Think I'll give Saturday mornings a pass for a while until the good weather passes and these people crawl back under whatever rock they live under. Also, I must remember to buy a lotto ticket so I can buy that island
