Abshot Pond
Posted: Thu May 27, 2021 11:52 am
Well Helloooo, Fat Mole here, ha, ha, ha!
Lurking by the back door, Fatty ascertained the weather was going to be, less wet, cold and miserable than of late.
Handily Matron
had signed the Official Waffen Papieren allowing her recidivistic spouse time to get some fishing in.....it's all in the timing. 
Fatty only got lost twice on the journey to the pond, so not all bad then and softened by the discovery of a another decent chippie whose products met with the Mole approval.....oh yes!
The Ancient Mariner wanted yet another tilt at Abshot pond inspite of the massive failure last time out. He had decided that a pole was going to answer the blank from last time and thrash the Mole into subjugation......an unsustainable belief surely but more in hope
Armed with a selection of floats, a 13ft glass Match rod, a Daiwa 125 closed Face Reel and enough pies to feed an army or one Fat Mole, with Slurping tea at the ready off we jolly well go. Huzzah!
Several tench decided to visit Fatty:
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These are the prettiest of the many that dropped by.
Intermingled with these fine fish was a handfull of these:
This was the biggest and truly splendid.
The Ancient Mariner could only look on in disbelief and mounting frustration which erupted into full blown Anglo-Saxon expletives and final storming off back to Lee-on-Solent for a good sulk. Best not to laugh out loud too much.
Probably just leave him stewing in his own juices for a few days and then phone him to arrange another day out as though nowt has gone on. Long term friendships are a bit like an old marriage, with compromise and acceptance of each other and all the faults therein.......Fatty is faultless of course
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way....what a great song, so apt in the case of the Fat Mole and sung frequently, but badly, at every opportunity.
Matron just does not know how lucky she is 
Returning home earlier than expected Fatty was happily in receipt of a fine curry made by his loving spouse and duly scoffed at great speed with not too many splatter marks upon himself or anyone else within a 5yd radius....so thoughtful.
Fully replete is a good time to leave this tale, so:
As ever,....
Moley
Lurking by the back door, Fatty ascertained the weather was going to be, less wet, cold and miserable than of late.
Handily Matron
had signed the Official Waffen Papieren allowing her recidivistic spouse time to get some fishing in.....it's all in the timing. Fatty only got lost twice on the journey to the pond, so not all bad then and softened by the discovery of a another decent chippie whose products met with the Mole approval.....oh yes!
The Ancient Mariner wanted yet another tilt at Abshot pond inspite of the massive failure last time out. He had decided that a pole was going to answer the blank from last time and thrash the Mole into subjugation......an unsustainable belief surely but more in hope
Armed with a selection of floats, a 13ft glass Match rod, a Daiwa 125 closed Face Reel and enough pies to feed an army or one Fat Mole, with Slurping tea at the ready off we jolly well go. Huzzah!
Several tench decided to visit Fatty:
s
These are the prettiest of the many that dropped by.
Intermingled with these fine fish was a handfull of these:
This was the biggest and truly splendid.
The Ancient Mariner could only look on in disbelief and mounting frustration which erupted into full blown Anglo-Saxon expletives and final storming off back to Lee-on-Solent for a good sulk. Best not to laugh out loud too much.
Probably just leave him stewing in his own juices for a few days and then phone him to arrange another day out as though nowt has gone on. Long term friendships are a bit like an old marriage, with compromise and acceptance of each other and all the faults therein.......Fatty is faultless of course
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way....what a great song, so apt in the case of the Fat Mole and sung frequently, but badly, at every opportunity.
Matron
just does not know how lucky she is Returning home earlier than expected Fatty was happily in receipt of a fine curry made by his loving spouse and duly scoffed at great speed with not too many splatter marks upon himself or anyone else within a 5yd radius....so thoughtful.
Fully replete is a good time to leave this tale, so:
As ever,....
Moley
