This morning saw Paul and I having a bash on yet another local farm lake. A good net of roach and rudd to 8oz, a host of gudgeon and the best fish of the day a 2lb+ perch falling to Pauls well presented single red maggot.
Its about time I stopped going fishing with Paul, as I always seem to be the one holding the camera to capture his gurning mug holding yet another lunker. I need to either up my game or enter into a little sabotage.
CONGRATULATIONS to Chris Kendal whose blog i follow (but he doesnt update often enough) on his recent qualification through to the Fish O Mania final. Very very well deserved and I hope you go on and win it.
Mike my mug is going to be doing a lot more gurning so hone your camera skills lol Paul
OMG, farm ponds! I remember one in a field from when we were kids. Probably no bigger than this and also full of stunted Rudd, one of which was the very first fish I caught.
There was the odd Crucian too and, more than that, were the mysteries or at least the start of them. Other fish, often talked about by the other kids, never caught but always tantalising: the occasional shape seen ghosting just under the surface, the swirls on warm summer days, such were the unknown leviathans of childhood imaginations.
It's not there now of course. The sad ending was the story heard of the farmer simply filling it in just before the land was sold to be turned into a very large shopping centre just off the M60.