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Originally Posted by yorkshirelad15
I tend to stick to the rivers
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So do I , but you get some right crackers there too.
This happened to me last Autumn.
" Very recently , I arrived early at the beat I was fishing that day.
Surprisingly , another car was already there.
After about 10 mins , an apparition in very natty plus 4's , spectacular hose , checked shirt ,very shiny brogues and accompanied by a black lab appeared.
After allowing the bleddy dog to jump all over me unchecked , and cover me in mud , he introduced himself.
He'd come down early to walk the dog and to try out a recent purchase from a very well respected British rod maker.
He tackled up and headed down the path to the river.
I carried on getting ready and continued to be covered in mud by the aforementioned dog.
For about 5 mins there was the awful sound of "whipping and cracking " from the riverbank , interspersed with dark mutterings.
Not having a leader on the end of his line couldn't have helped.
The dog continued to cover me in mud.
After all went silent , I strolled down to the riverbank to see the state of affairs.
"Bloody line's no use with this rod. Won't shoot at all "
" Missing two rod rings can't help " says I.
More dark mutterings followed but contentment was achieved after threading the line properly and having a few further "casts"
The dog , having been in for a swim , shook itself and covered me in water.
That said , it did help to wash off some of the mud.
Not a good start to the day , I thought , but things cant get worse.
Wrong!
We were allocated our water for the day and I ended up following this character down our stretch of water.
He moved down at a steady pace at first , but eventually turned into a "bookend".
I gave up waiting for him to move and returned to the top of the stretch.
The dog followed me up.
Exasperated , I sat down and watched a display of casting prowess the likes of which I've never seen before.
" That rod ain't going to last long " I thought.
The dog jumped all over me.
After I had started fishing again , the bookend obviously got bored whipping "his" bit of water into oblivion and made his way upstream of me.
Thankfully , the dog went with him.
5 mins later.
" Bloody rod's broken . I'm going to get on the phone and give the damn maker what for"
It had cracked through on the butt section.
No surprises there then.
The dog went with him again.
I carried on fishing down until I was about 25 yds above where our friend was rummaging through the mountain of very expensive fishing tackle that he had brought across in the boat with him that morning.
The dog was nowhere to be seen.
I nearly fell into the river in disbelief when he proceeded to cast a floating devon and 2 ounces of lead over the end of my flyline.
If it hadn't been close to lunchtime , I'd have given him both barrels.
Him and his bloody dog.
The least said about lunchtime the better , and thankfully I was allocated the other end of the beat in the afternoon.
But the dog followed me again.
He did perform the "casting over the line trick " with another angler later in the afternoon though.
I've saved the best for last though.
I'd been casting as well as I've ever done during the morning and had noticed him watching me.
On his way upstream just before the broken rod episoded, he'd called out
" I say , I've been watching your casting and you look just like that Scottish chap "
Now I like having the occasional ego massage as much as any man and thought he meant one of our famous casters, but I was stunned into silence by the next bit
" Yes , that Scottish chap . Whassiz name ?
Ah yes , Rab C. Nesbitt"
Even the dog looked stunned.
So if you're reading this , matey , you know who you are.
And if we meet again then stay well away from me .
You and your bleddy dog.
Small Fishery Etiquette
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