Re: For the love of Rudd.
Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2018 10:42 am
Went out for a few hours on Friday afternoon having escaped the all embracing clutches of Waffen Command, having completed all chores to satisfactory standard.....well at least judging by the satisfied grunts from Untergruppenfuhrer Matron 
at the inspection.
As only a few hours of daylight were available the location needed to be local, so after five minutes deliberation at the back door with a slurping tea, fag and staring wanly at the sky for a clue.....the Rudd Lake it would be.
At the lakeside a nice swim was selected and then the chore of threading the line through the rings of the rod......this is the hardest part of fishing for Fatty nowadays. As it was, had to set up twice because a ring was missed; bother.
Still a nice pie restored equilibrium, oh yes!
Why is it that wherever Fatty fishes now the Local Expert makes a bee line and starts spouting
When told that Rudd were the intended fish the fount of all piscine knowledge did utter the legend...
' Oh the rudd in this lake don't feed in the Winter'
Ho hum thought Fatty as he slurped a thoughtful
Strangely, twenty or so, lost count after twenty, obviously not feeding fish came to visit:
.....after the first three or four the Expert was nowhere to be seen.....funny that
Still what a delight these fish are, whatever the time of year!
As ever,.....
Moley
at the inspection.As only a few hours of daylight were available the location needed to be local, so after five minutes deliberation at the back door with a slurping tea, fag and staring wanly at the sky for a clue.....the Rudd Lake it would be.
At the lakeside a nice swim was selected and then the chore of threading the line through the rings of the rod......this is the hardest part of fishing for Fatty nowadays. As it was, had to set up twice because a ring was missed; bother.
Still a nice pie restored equilibrium, oh yes!
Why is it that wherever Fatty fishes now the Local Expert makes a bee line and starts spouting
When told that Rudd were the intended fish the fount of all piscine knowledge did utter the legend...
' Oh the rudd in this lake don't feed in the Winter'
Ho hum thought Fatty as he slurped a thoughtful
Strangely, twenty or so, lost count after twenty, obviously not feeding fish came to visit:
.....after the first three or four the Expert was nowhere to be seen.....funny that
Still what a delight these fish are, whatever the time of year!
As ever,.....
Moley
