Carping with Joe
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 24 Aug 2018 22:57
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Big Boy Carping with Joe – in
a Mixed Bag of Weather
  We wake to horrendous rain but a promise is a promise, undaunted Bear
made the tea flasks, I did the sarnies and off we went to collect Joe. Set up in
fine rain, it did stop and I did land the first little chap
of the day.
   The best Joe has had recently is one
ankle biter with him, usually it’s three boys, Emmie and help from Vicks. Today,
great to see him settled on the next peg to mine,
concentrating, sarny in hand but then I’m called away
as Bear lands.
   No sooner than Bear had posed with his not bad for the size in this pond,
Joe hooked and we raced toward him. Three minutes
after Bear had returned his chap than Joe was
landing. So pleased as last week he scored a massive zero to my twelve
and Bear’s two......”OK mum, so the challenge is on”, yes, today is a new slate, currently one all. Just
saying, no need to get your pants in a wad – boys........
  Joe posed with his
first catch of the day as I returned to my peg and found a visitor as the rain started to spit.
   Six minutes later, we watched Joe
bring in his second chap.
   No time to get Joe to pose with this
chap as one minute later I was on net duty for Bear who managed as pose as two minutes later Joe was
bringing in his next, this was indeed worth a pose as it was a very handsome chap and not a bad size at
that.
  By the time we were all ready to
settle back at our pegs, the cloudburst was over, Joe had a
puddle on his chair and the dry part of my bait tray
was awash and the wind had taken the whole thing to a jaunty
angle.
  We had half an hour to regroup, more
rain and many more giggles. I caught and so did Joe.
   Joe rang out his
‘drying towel’, I had a blow-out in my sandwich
bag (a duo of bags acting as waterproofing for my feet - guess who left
her wellygogs in store in Plymouth – thinking I wouldn’t need them in the
extended heatwave???) ....... and Bear has wet blobs
where the rain has gone through the holes in my
Crocs........
   We all rush to
Bear to warm up a bit, he poses, I catch and the sun comes out, so warm we all begin to
steam.
    Joe
catches, an ugly little thing with such a deformed mouth it looks like an
elephant seal.
  Bear
catches and butter fingers......At least the
sun stays out and we can dry off a bit.
  Joe gets
another, I catch and you see my umbrella
upside-down, that’s because the last cloudburst saw it raining ‘through’
my umbrella, just a shade better than sitting out in it.......may need a new
one??? Right now, I’m trying to dry the inside.
  Bear feels
cold, can’t say that this will be the new fashion, but needs must I
suppose...... Joe catches, getting a little worn
typing those two words....
 Just as I was dabbing tissue
inside my wet rig holder, that is, with a lap full of hooks on lines,
pins, size cards and my umbrella is out of reach still upside-down....... it hurls it down....... Forget it, everything is wet once
more.
   Joe casts into
the tree on the opposite bank, that will slow him down for a bit. Bear
still moaning about being cold perks up as he catches
and I sneak one in as well.
   I’m sure all this running about
taking pictures is having an adverse effect on my zen, Oh pull the other one, and words to that effect from
Joe, just saying as both boys catch a few minutes
apart and Joe quickly gets another – the same chap that looks like an elephant
seal.
   Bear catches, it rains and more
importantly – my flask is feeling way too light and nine minutes since his last
one, Bear catches. My nerves are getting pulled quite tightly now. OK Miss Competitive, no I’m happy participating and no
matter what I’m ahead on this particular lake, I was merely going to say that I
have lost a few good ‘uns....... Mmmmmm or Huhhhhhhhh
take your pick.
   I snag my last
fish of the day and start to tidy up my kit.
We had set a limit of eight o’clock to pack up and a very sneaky Joe announced
at three minutes to. It has
to be landed before the stroke of eight to count. Several ‘not
encouraging words of non-agreement from the man with the
current tight line.
   On the dot of eight the last fish of the day was landed and we all had a laugh at
the butter fingering but Joe
managed to keep hold of the slippery little chap to laugh at his
achievement.
 We are both delighted and certainly
Joe is too, to report the total for the day was 11 –
8 – 6 and I didn’t mind one bit coming in last. We laughed so much, got soaked
through to the skin, steamed in hot sun, giggled at each other for losses,
butter fingery and all the tall tales of life as a
carper...........
ALL IN ALL WHAT A
LAUGH
SUCCESSFUL FISHING, UNSUCCESSFUL
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