Post by tarpon on Aug 29, 2004 11:24:46 GMT -5
Air Fishing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sat at home the other day looking out at the thunderous rain that was stopping me from enjoying a spot of 'dangling' with restless fingers and twitchy toes, no amount of reading about fishing could calm or soothe my want for an Angle. After an hour or so of 'getting under me wife's feet' she turned from the cooking and said " Why don't you go fishing if you must"??
"But it's raining cats & Frogs out there love" Said I
"Well, i don't know, try Air Fishing or something" She said
"What"??
"Like your dad does on the sofa when he listens to his records"
I laughed at the suggestion and ordered her back to preparing the evenings Broth. An hour passed and the feeling of desperation nearly consumed me, so it was with clammy hand and wobbly lip that i undid my pretend holdall & removed the imaginary rod. At one point my wife put her head round the door laughing....I recoiled like a 12 year old caught banging his Bishop over his mothers brochures, but i continued to fish. Well two hours in and i was having a RIGHT RESULT!! 3 fish to low 20's. I worked up quite a sweat at one point what with all the make believe spodding. To cut a long story short i finished the day as Top Rod, Mr Nash came along and offered me a sponsorship deal, top bloke. And you never guess what?? That Nicola T bird who gets her Baps out in the Sun was on the other bank fishing.................Topless!!
I must say thanks to me wife for gettin me off the hoook(Jonny Briggs)
?
" It's a funny old game"
ps ( must stop drinking now & go to bed) ;D ;D
Sat at home the other day looking out at the thunderous rain that was stopping me from enjoying a spot of 'dangling' with restless fingers and twitchy toes, no amount of reading about fishing could calm or soothe my want for an Angle. After an hour or so of 'getting under me wife's feet' she turned from the cooking and said " Why don't you go fishing if you must"??
"But it's raining cats & Frogs out there love" Said I
"Well, i don't know, try Air Fishing or something" She said
"What"??
"Like your dad does on the sofa when he listens to his records"
I laughed at the suggestion and ordered her back to preparing the evenings Broth. An hour passed and the feeling of desperation nearly consumed me, so it was with clammy hand and wobbly lip that i undid my pretend holdall & removed the imaginary rod. At one point my wife put her head round the door laughing....I recoiled like a 12 year old caught banging his Bishop over his mothers brochures, but i continued to fish. Well two hours in and i was having a RIGHT RESULT!! 3 fish to low 20's. I worked up quite a sweat at one point what with all the make believe spodding. To cut a long story short i finished the day as Top Rod, Mr Nash came along and offered me a sponsorship deal, top bloke. And you never guess what?? That Nicola T bird who gets her Baps out in the Sun was on the other bank fishing.................Topless!!
I must say thanks to me wife for gettin me off the hoook(Jonny Briggs)
?" It's a funny old game"
ps ( must stop drinking now & go to bed) ;D ;D
;D
