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Mike Lee
Guest
Imagine the scene... tucked up in the bag, dog asleep on the feet, dreams of carp to 'Cakey proportions' gently floating through the dark, dark night(nice one mate, by the way!!) .
Then a single bleep, one eye opens, then a screamer, a single toner, the get out of bed in a hurry and tw@ it real good, kinda run.
It's p**sing down with rain, mud squelches through my toes, I'm soaking wet but I don't care, an unknown whacker has picked up one of my carefully placed baits.
I wind down and strike.... nothing there, the fish must have turned and is running towards me... I wind the Tournament's handle in a frenzy and catch up with the whacker.. Another strike to properly set the hook... Lump, lump. lump, flap, flap, flap, "QUACK, QUACK, QUAAACK!"
Two minutes later and the duck has been sucessfully landed, the barbless hook carefully removed and said duck released, apparently none the worse for wear.
Leaving one very wet, very muddy and very cold Mikeyboy scratching has bald head wondering why the hell we do it?
Answers on a postcard please to Mike "Tufty in the dark" Lee.
That was the 'highlight' of a three day session. Is it my imagination or is it tough going at the moment? (Cakey excepted - he's a star!)
Anyone else shared this less then pleasant duck in the dark experience?
Then a single bleep, one eye opens, then a screamer, a single toner, the get out of bed in a hurry and tw@ it real good, kinda run.
It's p**sing down with rain, mud squelches through my toes, I'm soaking wet but I don't care, an unknown whacker has picked up one of my carefully placed baits.
I wind down and strike.... nothing there, the fish must have turned and is running towards me... I wind the Tournament's handle in a frenzy and catch up with the whacker.. Another strike to properly set the hook... Lump, lump. lump, flap, flap, flap, "QUACK, QUACK, QUAAACK!"
Two minutes later and the duck has been sucessfully landed, the barbless hook carefully removed and said duck released, apparently none the worse for wear.
Leaving one very wet, very muddy and very cold Mikeyboy scratching has bald head wondering why the hell we do it?
Answers on a postcard please to Mike "Tufty in the dark" Lee.
That was the 'highlight' of a three day session. Is it my imagination or is it tough going at the moment? (Cakey excepted - he's a star!)
Anyone else shared this less then pleasant duck in the dark experience?