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| Bad times at fishing ROBBED AT FISHING by gang of lads AND NEARLY DROWNED bad times at fishing i was fishing on me own about 14 15 for a couple hours and a couple lads came over and nicked all my stuff i was dead upset but got over it. Another time i was playing a fish for about 15 20 mins went over to lift it up ( had no landing net) fell in and i always were two or three coats wen fishing and i was on some farmers private land and i couldnt get out cause i was dead heavy with all the layers of clothing scariest day of my life i thought i wouldnt get out HAVE YOU HAD ANYTHING LIKE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THANKS A LOT |
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| Re: Bad times at fishing ROBBED AT FISHING by gang of lads AND NEARLY DROWNED as a budding maroon i wasnt very good at total feck ups yet,but i really had a good day on this one.... tide went out,was then time to climb the 20 feet down to the low tide ledge... i actually grabbed ALL my gear in one go and started down,i got 2 feet,and then stood on the rod bag end...and away i went,over the edge. arse over tits bouncing off jagged rocks and finally landing face first on the lower ledge. i dropped nothing..i didnt even loose the change in my pockets,no cuts,no broken bones,glad i used my face to stop my fall,as its my worst feature. then i found out the truely terrible price i had paid for my safe[ish] landing,i then saw what god in all her infinite twisted sense of humour had decided to slap on me for my ignorance and total stupidity.............. yes..you guessed right...my flask had smashed,and i had to spend the next 6 hours tea-less. i am wiping away a tear as i type ;( many years later i have well and truly beaten that for stupid and maroonish behaviour,i once actually casted my mate out and into the sea by the scruff of his hoody snagged in my conger trace, once hit a jetskier with a 5 oz lead at 200 yds, another time i ripped the right buttock of a diver innocently tending to his lobster pots. i even told the mrs i wasnt going to go far fishing,then rang her from amsterdam after forgetting i had lied about fishing. |