Abshot the return
Being Fat and generally regarded by the Females of the species as useless, getting a day pass from Waffen Kommand is easier than of yore.
The Ancient Mariner, who is probably even more useless, needed a day out to celebrate still breathing, despite frequent attempts by all that know him to stop this annoying habit
So over the next half an hour of debate over the phone Abshot was decided upon as the venue of choice!
Pies cooling nicely in their bespoke OXO tins, tackle in the car, slurping tea just right......We have lift off
The road to Abshot was fraught with road closures and a surfeit of idiot drivers who insist on cutting any one up who drives less than 70MPH and that includes 30mph zones; deep joy. There was a time when Fatty would play a very interesting game of
Chicken with these pratts, with very few of them escaping to their satisfaction, but amused oneself and other observers. However, being old and a little more forgiving just let it slide nowadays.
Abshot finally hove too, parked and gear decamped to pond. AM was wandering aimlessly with dog up and down the lane, looking more gormless than ever. Still nothing a bullet wouldn't solve......is it kindness to let him carry on?
Rod on this occasion was a 16ft Sowerbutts pole rod, Aerial Pop and small waggler fished deep shallow with banded pellet. A coupla pies scoffed, tea slurped and all set, even before the AM could get his pole out the bag.....don't ask.
Tench numero uno came to see Fatty:
followed by twenty more of various sizes with these two deemed the biggest:
A good handfull of these liked the set up and decided to take a closer look at the twit holding the long rod:
With the final few fish of the roach persuasion dropping a clanger:
The AM caught a few rudd, by that you can read three with the highlight for Fatty being a mighty splashdown caused by AM, his dog, chair and pole all going in at once. Suffice to say the air turned distinctly salty with harsh words, tears and recriminations directed at the dog......Fatty had to take an impromtu stroll tohide the tears and sudden outbursts of laughter.
The AM was not best pleased and slunk off, rather squelchily, home
And so another afternoon in Fatty World was prematurely brought to a close.
As ever, .......
Moley
