Colin Mitchell is back with his popular general coarse angling blog, this time recounting some amusing stories witnessed during his many years in the game.
OVER the years I’ve been to a number of research groups for various magazines, including Angler’s Mail.
It’s where groups of people give their views about their favourite pastime, its newspapers and magazines without realising who they are talking to.
There are some eye-opening and often quite hilarious events at these groups that included an old lady smacking the other old dear near her with her handbag when talking about her favourite women’s mag.
But at every angling group one thing people always thought was hilarious – and wanted more of – were stories about other anglers falling in!
I kid you not! Splash headlines really were the order of the day…
Which brings me nicely to some angling falling-in stories, including my first-ever ducking which happened when I didn’t even have a rod with me!
My local park lake, where we often caught some big roach, was drained down for some de-silting work and we spotted some rather large eels in the puddles that were left.
Balancing on the slippery rocks to see just what I could spot I stretched a bit too far and joined the eels.
My mother thought it was some sort of lagoon monster when I went home covered in mud and hosed me down in the garden.
But that wasn’t half as bad as my mate Dave ‘Jelly’ Eales who fell into the Tees when it was tidal – right under the outlet pipe from the skinyard.
This pipe pushed out sheep entrails, mashed up and stinking wool and other stuff that stank to high heaven. It was bad enough fishing near it – a hotspot for roach – but to go down the bank near it to rescue your sandwiches?
Mind you, he also got a soaking when he tried to create his own home-made waders by tying bin liners around the top of his wellies. It doesn’t work… believe me!
What’s that wooly hat?
Then there was the time some of us fished in Denmark on the famous River Guden, each of us hidden from the others by tall reeds.
My cousin – a young teenager at the time – heard a splash and then saw a woolly hat float past him but continued to tackle up.
Just upstream our mate Dave Smiddy, who had tumbled in to the river as he tried to push his bankstick into the earth, was frantically trying to get out of the freezing cold water.
We did get him out and the four older members of the party had to part with a layer of clothes each so he didn’t freeze to death in the snow that was falling. My cousin and his young mate carried on fishing fully togged out as their gear was too small to fit out soaked pal.
Oops! Not a pretty picture…
Maybe a certain noted angling photographer will admit to when he backed too far out into the lake whilst taking snaps of England international Dave Vincent.
He was already up to the top of his chest waders when he just disappeared from sight, complete with cameras around his neck. Poor Dave wasn’t sure what to do until the snapper surfaced like the Man from Atlantis.
Do you recognise these mishaps…?
Of course all the funniest fishing stories don’t just involve falling in…
I won’t name them – but if you recognise any of the guys below please feel free to offer comments at the end of this blog…
Like the member of one of the most highly rated sides in the country who missed a number of bites and then lost a few nice bream…so blamed his rod which he broke over his knee!
Or the guy who was so frustrated at getting snagged up in trees or tangling his rigs that he jettisoned all of his rods and poles – plus a few catapults – over the fishery fence behind him.
Of course that brought the quip from one of his mates: “If there is anything else you don’t want just throw it in my van.”
Your turn now! There must be some cracking stories you can tell us about some of your mates and their angling adventures…
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