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Steve Plant
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I dooon't Beeelieve it.......!!!!!
As Gary says, it's been a long time since my dad last tackled up a rod & felt the thrill of a bite, a strike & the resistance of a fish on the end of a line. When I was a kid we'd go to a few local venues, small ponds and the like. Dad would help me set up and we'd spend the day catching small roach, perch, crucians, and just occasionally, a real monster like a 2lb tench would come along and have us singing & dancing all the way home....
But after a few years Dad packed his rods away (actually I sold them when I wanted to raise money for better ones!) & since then, whilst I have always continued fishing, for the past 25 or so years, not once has the old fella wetted a line, although he has threatened to on more than one occasion. Always too busy with the DIY or the homebrew you see.....
So this season we decided we'd put that right & get out there together once again, only this time, I'd be the expert doing the teaching, or so I thought....
Four hours of fishing later, on a favourite Ribble swim, and one 10lb 13oz barbel safely landed, weighed & photographed, and my Dad can't see what all the fuss is about.
"What do you mean son, you've been fishing the Ribble for the last five years and you've STILL not had a double. Let me give you a few tips...."
I'm still not talking to him. Then again he has only just got back, hope he doesn't think I was being funny when I made him walk home....
Barney, I'm working next weekend. So you'll have to take him. Now that he's an expert in all things Barbel, he fancies catching a monster chub now, he's got all these plans & theories to try out....
Watch out Tery Lampard, the Drennan Cup may just be heading North if my Dad has anything to do with it....!
As Gary says, it's been a long time since my dad last tackled up a rod & felt the thrill of a bite, a strike & the resistance of a fish on the end of a line. When I was a kid we'd go to a few local venues, small ponds and the like. Dad would help me set up and we'd spend the day catching small roach, perch, crucians, and just occasionally, a real monster like a 2lb tench would come along and have us singing & dancing all the way home....
But after a few years Dad packed his rods away (actually I sold them when I wanted to raise money for better ones!) & since then, whilst I have always continued fishing, for the past 25 or so years, not once has the old fella wetted a line, although he has threatened to on more than one occasion. Always too busy with the DIY or the homebrew you see.....
So this season we decided we'd put that right & get out there together once again, only this time, I'd be the expert doing the teaching, or so I thought....
Four hours of fishing later, on a favourite Ribble swim, and one 10lb 13oz barbel safely landed, weighed & photographed, and my Dad can't see what all the fuss is about.
"What do you mean son, you've been fishing the Ribble for the last five years and you've STILL not had a double. Let me give you a few tips...."
I'm still not talking to him. Then again he has only just got back, hope he doesn't think I was being funny when I made him walk home....
Barney, I'm working next weekend. So you'll have to take him. Now that he's an expert in all things Barbel, he fancies catching a monster chub now, he's got all these plans & theories to try out....
Watch out Tery Lampard, the Drennan Cup may just be heading North if my Dad has anything to do with it....!