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Last time I went fishing I opened the chair, put my newspaper down, my bag on top of it and set up. After half an hour I was not happy with my float rig so went to change it. Couldn’t find my knife, left it at home, so opened a small penknife on my key-set to cut the line and remove the float. I was doing this by laying the line on the jetty railing when suddenly my wrist gave way and everything went sideways. I was keeping my eye on the float which was sliding towards the sea but thankfully just stopped on the edge of the jetty wall. I got down and retrieved it then looked for my keys with the penknife. Couldn’t find them anywhere and then it dawned on me they must have fallen in the drink; a major depression came on, do I dive in and look for them or just dive in and drown which at this point was a good option.
However, I worked out that they just may stay on the bottom and if I wait till low tide I might just be able to get them back but that meant hanging about until 6-7pm, more depression.
Nothing for it but to carry on fishing although I did not feel like it. Attached float and started fishing but the float kept sinking, it was a cheap plastic thing, one that I only bought from a bloke last year on a market stall because I felt sorry for him as he had not sold anything all day and it was only a couple a quid and it must have cracked a hole when it was hitting the deck. Oddly enough the first one had a hole and I took it back and he replaced it with this one.Anyway, now I had found I had somehow left all my floats at home so found an old wine cork at the bottom of my tackle bag and set it up somehow, I couldn’t really care less at this point, all this took an hour and finally I sat down to contemplate my misery and have a major breakdown in comfort, as I lifted my bag and news paper under it were my keys, thank you God you major twaat but, ecstasy never the less. I had at some point thrown them in the bag but they missed and slid down the chair and under the news paper; it must have been when I bent down to get the float but in all the mayhem had instantly forgotten I had done that.
Just to wrap the day up, my old camping chair binkered and collapsed under me and when I collapsed my telescopic rod the line and trace had somehow wound twice yes twice - between the top eye and second eye, how the hell did that happen.
I swear I have not made any of that up; I hate fishing, really loathe it-you can shove it somewhere inglorious..
However, I worked out that they just may stay on the bottom and if I wait till low tide I might just be able to get them back but that meant hanging about until 6-7pm, more depression.
Nothing for it but to carry on fishing although I did not feel like it. Attached float and started fishing but the float kept sinking, it was a cheap plastic thing, one that I only bought from a bloke last year on a market stall because I felt sorry for him as he had not sold anything all day and it was only a couple a quid and it must have cracked a hole when it was hitting the deck. Oddly enough the first one had a hole and I took it back and he replaced it with this one.Anyway, now I had found I had somehow left all my floats at home so found an old wine cork at the bottom of my tackle bag and set it up somehow, I couldn’t really care less at this point, all this took an hour and finally I sat down to contemplate my misery and have a major breakdown in comfort, as I lifted my bag and news paper under it were my keys, thank you God you major twaat but, ecstasy never the less. I had at some point thrown them in the bag but they missed and slid down the chair and under the news paper; it must have been when I bent down to get the float but in all the mayhem had instantly forgotten I had done that.
Just to wrap the day up, my old camping chair binkered and collapsed under me and when I collapsed my telescopic rod the line and trace had somehow wound twice yes twice - between the top eye and second eye, how the hell did that happen.
I swear I have not made any of that up; I hate fishing, really loathe it-you can shove it somewhere inglorious..
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