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jon cotton
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Now i'm usually a fairly placid soul,especially when fishing,but i had (i think) great justification to lose my rag the other day whilst tench fishing at a local reservoir. I had been at the water from first light and landed a couple of nice tench to just over 6lb,both of which I had clearly seen take my hookbait in 4 feet of crystal clear water - great stuff. So after a while i spotted 3 very large tench appear in the swim and start to feed,gradually gaining confidence. In goes the hookbait all stealthy like,tench still feeding then..... gone in a flash!! "Orlroight mite,doin' any good loike?" blurted Mr brummie in an electric blue shirt and flip flops stood bolt upright next to me,having sneaked up on me unnoticed,such was my concentration. Now this individual had just scared the pants off me and the biggest tench i've seen in ages and he was amazed that i was rather abrupt with him. He didn't realise how lucky he was to still be dry.And breathing.And still standing. Worst bit is he asked my advice on how to catch tench from the Res as he'd been struggling. I told him to buy a quieter shirt and fish as far away from me as possible! Haven't seen the tench since. Or him!!!Thank christ.What makes your blood boil?