Post by sinkingtip on Sept 23, 2007 17:05:17 GMT
Dear Friends - Let me state at the outset that I believe none of us NEED any more fishing buddies as we probably all have enough as it is. In common with myself I would imagine that we all have a motley crew of fishing friends that would put the 'extras' list of the movie Zulu to shame. They come, they go, some are for life, some are for the duration of a particular given fishing day or week and some, unfortunately, last only as long as the invites are forthcoming (the 2-way process version).
However, it is my firm belief that, apart from the invaluable resource of knowledge exchange facilitated by forums such as this, the other major attraction is similar to the one that I had the good fortune to experience yesterday......a situation, I assume, that is not new to some of the existing forum members.....but until yesterday it was to me.
Friday 1pm - informed my 'staff' that I would be working from home.
2pm - found myself being driven at high speed in very flash motor by Hornet in a southerly direction. Up to this point my only 'link' to Hornet was his having having been the recipient of the 2nd prize in an SFF thread where people basically competed to lose the plot in a musical sense.
5pm - Arrived in Thornhill - straight out of doctor Finlay's Casebook and looking like, in my mind, the vision I have of limbo. Pulled up in the hotel car park and was quickly approached by two dodgy looking geezers (one from the left and, shortly thereafter, one from the right)......enter Roberto Paparazzi (robbie) and Salmonking. Within a very short space of time the car park was awash with a heady mixture of nervous energy and testosterone - in the interests of public safety we decided to remove ourselves from the public glare and 'walk the beat'.
6pm - Roberto, who had fished the water before, was in full flow explaining the finer details of one particular pool when we heard a shout from the high bank directly behind us...... "C'mon the Teddy Bears". Turning around startled we almost shat ourselves to see 'one bad mother' and his henchman (the quiet one with the piercing eyes in most TV dramatisations).....enter Annanangler and Salmondan. Straight away I knew AA had 'class' - his tattoos were spelt correctly - eh'll tell yeh - ye widna want to mess with this fellah
Salmondan, with the diplomacy and timing of a UN ambassador, quickly defused the situation with a broad Yorkshire "Eh-up lads"....my how we all laughed ;D
7pm - Further reconnaissance took place with Salmonking being noted by some of the other guy's as having "paid too much attention" to Roberto's briefing therefore opening himself up for the accusation of having a 'game plan' - this boy meant business
Shortly thereafter we all retired to a local hostelry where drink was taken - lets just leave it like that.
Six guy's - never met before apart from through this forum - talking in tongues and having a rare old time - great !! ;D
Saturday 8am - Woke up at fishing hut - lots of 'kit' fleeing aboot -plans hatched - flies chosen - rods flexed - snouts stolen - questions asked - questions answered - 3 upper / 3 lower....and they're off !!.....well kind of
By lunchtime Salmondan and myself had a fish each (both expertly played carefully returned of course) - which, considering the conditions, wasn't too bad.
Lunch was a traditional affair with copious amounts of Buckfast and potted heid - splendid !!.....and my compliments to the chemist BTW !!!
We 'fished' for a couple of hours after lunch with one of the party providing excellent entertainment with an impromptu Grayling masterclass.
4pm - Tired but happy we all decided to call it a day and return to our loved ones.......that is, all except me who was taken on an unplanned tour of Glasgow's east side by Hornet via a "brullyint chipper...an at".
Facilitating occasional days like this are what good forums should, or could, be about. Long may it continue.
Thanks again guy's for a memorable day.
Regards to all as always.
STip
PS - have you had any similar experiences - assuming that what you write can not be deemed libelous and that "names can be changed to protect the innocent" ?......if so, then post here
PPS - I will try to tag on some pics of this outing in the very near future.
However, it is my firm belief that, apart from the invaluable resource of knowledge exchange facilitated by forums such as this, the other major attraction is similar to the one that I had the good fortune to experience yesterday......a situation, I assume, that is not new to some of the existing forum members.....but until yesterday it was to me.
Friday 1pm - informed my 'staff' that I would be working from home.
2pm - found myself being driven at high speed in very flash motor by Hornet in a southerly direction. Up to this point my only 'link' to Hornet was his having having been the recipient of the 2nd prize in an SFF thread where people basically competed to lose the plot in a musical sense.
5pm - Arrived in Thornhill - straight out of doctor Finlay's Casebook and looking like, in my mind, the vision I have of limbo. Pulled up in the hotel car park and was quickly approached by two dodgy looking geezers (one from the left and, shortly thereafter, one from the right)......enter Roberto Paparazzi (robbie) and Salmonking. Within a very short space of time the car park was awash with a heady mixture of nervous energy and testosterone - in the interests of public safety we decided to remove ourselves from the public glare and 'walk the beat'.
6pm - Roberto, who had fished the water before, was in full flow explaining the finer details of one particular pool when we heard a shout from the high bank directly behind us...... "C'mon the Teddy Bears". Turning around startled we almost shat ourselves to see 'one bad mother' and his henchman (the quiet one with the piercing eyes in most TV dramatisations).....enter Annanangler and Salmondan. Straight away I knew AA had 'class' - his tattoos were spelt correctly - eh'll tell yeh - ye widna want to mess with this fellah
Salmondan, with the diplomacy and timing of a UN ambassador, quickly defused the situation with a broad Yorkshire "Eh-up lads"....my how we all laughed ;D
7pm - Further reconnaissance took place with Salmonking being noted by some of the other guy's as having "paid too much attention" to Roberto's briefing therefore opening himself up for the accusation of having a 'game plan' - this boy meant business
Shortly thereafter we all retired to a local hostelry where drink was taken - lets just leave it like that.
Six guy's - never met before apart from through this forum - talking in tongues and having a rare old time - great !! ;D
Saturday 8am - Woke up at fishing hut - lots of 'kit' fleeing aboot -plans hatched - flies chosen - rods flexed - snouts stolen - questions asked - questions answered - 3 upper / 3 lower....and they're off !!.....well kind of
By lunchtime Salmondan and myself had a fish each (both expertly played carefully returned of course) - which, considering the conditions, wasn't too bad.
Lunch was a traditional affair with copious amounts of Buckfast and potted heid - splendid !!.....and my compliments to the chemist BTW !!!
We 'fished' for a couple of hours after lunch with one of the party providing excellent entertainment with an impromptu Grayling masterclass.
4pm - Tired but happy we all decided to call it a day and return to our loved ones.......that is, all except me who was taken on an unplanned tour of Glasgow's east side by Hornet via a "brullyint chipper...an at".
Facilitating occasional days like this are what good forums should, or could, be about. Long may it continue.
Thanks again guy's for a memorable day.
Regards to all as always.
STip
PS - have you had any similar experiences - assuming that what you write can not be deemed libelous and that "names can be changed to protect the innocent" ?......if so, then post here
PPS - I will try to tag on some pics of this outing in the very near future.