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The following tales of woe are linked to fishing.Soooooooo......If you are not interested in the piscatorial arts, then read no further. If on the other hand you like to laugh at other peoples misfortunes, then carry on and fill your boots.......Anyway, I was up at the lake this last weekend for Two days and one night, yes I know it was FA cup final weekend, but lets face it, its crap nowdays. No "Its a knockout" FA cup special, no watching the teams having breakfast at their respective pre match hotels. Not even the live coverage of each team leaving those hotels for Wembley [ sorry Welsh stadium of rugby]. So, I thought a good Carp session was a better bet. A mate from work was having a weekends fishing as my guest, but as Saturday morning wore on he had to reel in his rods and shoot into York for a gargle, and to watch the cup final. Eight hours later he returned much the worse for wear, talking complete bollox, and wobbling all over the place. He reckoned he had done close to 18 pints, and by christ it looked like it  I looked over in his general direction a bit later and noticed he was playing a good fish, I also noticed his other float rod was leaning rather precariously up against a flimsy looking Willow sapling. The wind had picked up a bit by now, and this gusty "Nor easterly" blew his rod over, which landed with a sickening crack on the ashphalt road behind his swim. He slowly, and drunkenly, turned around to see what that crack sound was, only to watch in absolute slow motion horror as a passing car drove straight over the rod!!! Being pissed didnt help his composure one bit, so it was lucky that I stepped in between matey and the car driver to sort the whole mess out. Needless to say the car driver felt it wasnt his fault, and I had to agree, so matey threw what was left of his 67 piece rod in the lake owners bin, and opened a 2 litre bottle of cider to drown his sorrows..............As usual we had the obligatory pizza later that night, and it was with a warm and contented stomach that I nodded of to sleep in my dome tent. I awoke at Five a.m. with that horrible bubbling feeling you get when you realise if you dont get to the bog in the next Ten seconds your gonna be oh so sorry. So I reeled in the rods pronto and set of at a hasty sprint around the lake towards the bogs. As I got nearer the toilet I knew it was going to be touch and go whether or not I would make it.Tighter and tighter I clenched my inner thighs together to stop any escapees from soiling my "boxers". Luckily the bog was empty as I burst through the door, only managing to pull my joggers down at the last minute. A few seconds later everything was done, now time for the paper work thinks I. Turning around to get some tissue, I realised there wasnt any bog roll at all, just a couple of empty cardboard tubes. Great.....only one thing for it, time to strip. So my favourite olive green Adidas T shirt was press ganged into something it wasnt intended. Didnt have the cheek to take it home for Mrs Carp to wash, so I gave it a full military burial by chucking it over the boundary fence into someones garden......... 
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A top weekend then ?
Tickled me and I hate fishing but may take it up on the strength of that endorsement.
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One thing bothering me, spent a good while typing the above out with PARAGRAPHS, as I always do. Then why is the whole thing coming out written like huge block ??? Computer virgin in need of basic grammar instruction......
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Good read that, Carpy! 
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Carp you f***ing fruitcake!
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An interesting footnote to this thread........The lake owner calls me by phone on a regular basis, regarding anything to do with the fishing or fishing members,as I and another lad run the fishing side of the lake for him,and tonight he has called to let me know that one of his neighbours has complained about finding a soiled shirt in his gazebo!!! Seems this elderly neighbour "found an old shirt covered in mud", and has blamed a careless angler. Looks like the dear neighbour might be a tad colour blind, and has no sense of smell whatsoever .....
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| Good read that, Carpy! |
Might be available for a piece in GLF ,but I am getting enquiries and head hunters from other notable publications such as Yorkshire Evening Press..........Best bid secures
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| Good read that, Carpy! |
Might be available for a piece in GLF ,but I am getting enquiries and head hunters from other notable publications such as Yorkshire Evening PEST..........Best bid secures
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Yeah, I edit that too ya fishcake!!
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Go with the Press Carpy Daley never pays up!
Nice read but disappointed not to read af any back flips!
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When is the next trip ?
UKPhil is bound to want to cover it for York TV but given what went on You've been framed might be a better choice ?
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When is the next trip ?
UKPhil is bound to want to cover it for York TV but given what went on You've been framed might be a better choice ?
250 quid might buy some more garments to stain ? |
Next trip ???? Why, this coming weekend of course. No City games, and its all too much to see Hudders or the Stags doing so well. More planning has gone into this weekends trip, ie - a double Andrex bog roll is now stashed in the boot of my car, to avoid any further loss of clothing..........Of course if anything bizzare does happen, then you'll be the first to know. Which brings me nicely on to another great tale of woe "Matey" who featured in the main thread story [ he of the smashed rod], told me of a very unfortunate accident which is fishing related. Matey and his bird are both self confessed p**s heads of the highest order, if the truth be known they probably both border on alcholism. Anyway, in a bid to keep out of the pubs all weekend, and to get a little fitter, they invested in "his n hers" matching mountain bikes. No doubt due to the fact that neither of them had ridden a bike since the 1980's they felt it might be a safer idea to stay off the busy roads, and stick to the local canal tow paths near where they live in Shipley. Sooo a few weeks into their enforced fitness regime, the pair of them are getting quite confident at riding along the tow paths, and are actually pedalling at speed, and managing to utilise the 20+ gears at their disposal. Shooting along the canal tow path one sunny day, they turned quite a sharp bend only to be confronted with a long line of anglers all fishing away. Just as Matey was getting level with the first angler, the angler decided it would be a good time to bring his "pole" in. At the split second Matey was behind the angler, the angler pulled his pole straight back in behind him, which managed to go straight in between the spokes of our friends front wheel ! The mountain bike screeched to a halt, Matey was propelled over the front of the handle bars, and landed in a heap on the hard concrete path. The damages are as follows [1] One broken end section of pole, approx value £100 + [2] damage to mountain bike, approx £30 [3] Injuries sustained to "Matey", heavy grazing to both elbows, forearms, hands and forehead. And a bust lip Oh, and much embarrasment, as loads of dog walkers and joggers saw the whole thing...........
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Frank Spencer his name ?
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Ferkin priceless Carp1. I've not fished for donkeys years & almost forgotten how much fun it can be.
Keep posting, enjoyable read even for non anglers
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Ferkin priceless Carp1. I've not fished for donkeys years & almost forgotten how much fun it can be.
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Alright one more tale, and then its of to bed or you wont get up in the morning..... In 1999 I made the trip over the English channel to fish for specimen Carp in France. Carp anglers have been making the trip to France for years, as the Carp grow much bigger than they do in Blighty. We were fishing a Three lake complex in the Fontanbleu region which is about 80 miles south of Paris, and very nice it was too. The lakes were old and mature, the water bordered by Oak, Willow and Birch, bliss indeed. Anyway, me and my pal for the trip - "Tin tin", so called because of his uncanny resemblance to Herge's cartoon character [ remember?] were camped out next to each other. After a few days fishing we were really getting into this French fishing palaver, sun and Carp through the hot days, and Carp and a pile of "stubbies" all night, christ I was "steaming" non stop! One day after baiting up and recasting, I met with a most unfortunate accident which cost me much blood, and almost a lifetimes friendship with "Tin tin". You see, Carp fishing is very technical, we dont just bung on a worm or a couple of maggots, we use "boilies". These are man made small circular baits, flavoured, enhanced, and full of top secret ingredients, and those big Carp just lap them up. To place a "boilie" on the hook requires an item of tackle called " the baiting needle", which is as its name suggests - a 3 inch stainless steel needle, complete with barb. A very sharp and dangerous item if not looked after, it comes with its own safety case to house it in. Anyway I used the "needle", cast my baits about 90 yards out, put the rods on the rests and sat down for a well earned "stubbie"...... SCREAMING at the top of my voice, I shot out of the chair. My beer bottle went flying into orbit as I howled at the midday sun. I thought for a split second that I had been stung on my right buttock by a Wasp or summat. But twisting my head around my shoulder blades revealed the horrible truth, there poking out of my shorts was the handle of the baiting needle. A quick calculation in my drunken brain only realised my worst fears, if I could only see the handle jutting out that meant that 3 inches of cold steel was firmly implanted in my right buttock. Oh dear..... I called "Tin tin" over for his evaluation of the problem, he wasnt very keen to say the least, and looked as pale as I felt. He did helpfully suggest that I should have put the needle back in its protective cover before sitting down on it, which didnt go down too well with me. Decision time, do I go to the local hospital to get it seen to, but miss a full days fishing and have the French medical staff take the p**s, or be a man and do it myself  Two seconds later and I'm ready to pull it myself. I asked "Tin tin" if he would do the honours, but he either found it too taboo going near my buttocks, or it is that he is just a soft southerner, cos he backed off...big style. Oh well down to me, after slugging of another stubbie for anesthetic I began to pull out the needle. It slowly started to come, but the barb was tearing into the internal flabby flesh of my buttock, and it bloody well hurt. Again and again I pulled, each time the needle came out a little further, but the bloody barb was still causing me agony. Eventually the needle was nearly out, I could tell only a couple of millimeters remained inside my torn and blooded flesh. But the problem of the barb remained, even though the needle was almost out, the barb was keeping it in. With one last Hurculeaun effort I ripped the needle out with a scream of pain and joy!!! My arse was running with blood, my shorts and underwear were round my ankles, but I'd got the bas***d out. I actually soaked my poor bum in the edge of the lake for solace, and boy, did it feel good. "Tin tin" was despatched to the fishery lodge to obtain a sticking plaster for my ragged buttock, but when he returned he still refused point blank to stick it on my arse, girlie ! Later that evening at the social gathering at the fishery lodge I was the "butt" of all the jokes all night And the lake owner took the needle of me, and it is now displayed behind the bar ! The tale is not yet over, returning to England my bum went a bit septic, so I had to go to hospital for more needles in the backside for jaundice and summat else, so there you go.........
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Top, top stories.
Now, about your balance problem...
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Bless you, Carpy!
I'll offer this as my 1500th post!!............
My next fishy (but true) tale harks back quite a few years ago now and a fishing trip on the River Nidd downstream from Skip Bridge on the A59 Harrogate road. I think we parked up at a place called Red House at a farmyard if memory serves.
There were four of us on this trip and because of the thick vegetation lining the narrow winding river we were spread out over a number of metres but within earshot of each other if we needed help with landing a fish, etc. Anyhow, as it happens I don't recall having caught much at all - in fact the others concurred with me that it was 'dead'. If we got fed up with trying different tactics to improve things, then we'd either resort to reading a paper or just admire the flora and fauna or take the line out of the water and go for a walk down or upstream to appease the boredom. Well I decided to go for a walk, with the thought of trying another spot to cast my line. After about 5 minutes, the guts started to churn a bit and I began to 'nip' the old muscles in my rear a bit to ease the tension and hope the rather bloated feeling I had would go away. Ha! No such luck. I had to go, but it wasn't too much of a worry as I had some trusty Andrex in the pocket which is always a wise move when you go for a days fishing. So there I am, in the middle of nowhere with no other humans or animals to be seen or heard as I looked upstream/downstream, behind me and cocked an ear for noises. Nothing - yes nothing to trouble me but a gentle breeze as it caressed my exposed arse cheeks after dropping my pants. I was crouched down on a little sloping sandbank within 6ft of the river whilst waiting for blast off.
Nowt happened straight away. Maybe it was the fact the body wasn't used to 'doing it' in the fresh air or what, but bodily functions ceased temporarily. Bloody hell, whats up with us, I thought. It must have seemed like a good 2 minutes before something gave way, and yes, as soon as it occurred, ruddy flies descended upon my rather loose offerings as it trickled between my legs towards the river.
Then mild panic. I heard a noise, a rustle, but definitely something. Was it a gust of wind shaking the tree behind me, please let it be.........and there I was, still crouched awaiting the 'second wave'. And then I spotted something, OH CHRIST, NO!!...........MOVEMENT ON THE OPPOSITE BANK!! 
Glancing sheepishly through my fingers, I watched as an elderly couple appeared from nowhere (well actually they had just clambered over a stile which was not immediately apparent from where I was) and strode purposefully towards the riverbank on the opposite side. How bloody close were they coming? Had they spotted me? Should I say "Good morning!" and have done with it? The 2nd wave duly arrived as the couple reached the top of the bank and stared across aghast at my crouched position (I had my head in my hands at this point) with something dribbling between my legs towards the water before walking away downstream muttering to each other.......
I hope I didn't spoil their Sunday lunch!!
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Ah..fishing tales. I went one sunny day years ago.
Bored the sh*t out of me.
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Carp1, do you know of a guy called Julian Cundiff?
Always seeing him on fishing mags, think he's a bit of a carp expert!
i was at school with him & think he works in the magistrates court in Selby (clerk of the court?)
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Harumph...and fishing is such a peaceful pastime, so they say.
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york city should have a fishing club for york supoporters
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Well get it organised then.
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Carp1, do you know of a guy called Julian Cundiff?
Always seeing him on fishing mags, think he's a bit of a carp expert!
i was at school with him & think he works in the magistrates court in Selby (clerk of the court?) |
I recall that name, Ref. Thought it was Cunliffe though or perhaps Cundliffe? Carpy will know, surely!!
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Carp1, do you know of a guy called Julian Cundiff?
Always seeing him on fishing mags, think he's a bit of a carp expert!
i was at school with him & think he works in the magistrates court in Selby (clerk of the court?) |
Yes indeed I do know Julian, and have done for 12 years or more. I used to bump into him at Drax lake in the early 90's. Then I joined the "Selby 3 lakes syndicate" which he was running for the owner - Paul Howgego. It is Cundiff by the way, and he works at the courts in York. Hope he wasnt sitting in on last weeks case with our friend......Anyway, I dont see much of him nowdays as we both fish different waters. Nice bloke Julian, but his awfully 80's hairy Aerosmith haircut needs some drastic cutting........ 
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Bless you, Carpy!
I'll offer this as my 1500th post!!............
My next fishy (but true) tale harks back quite a few years ago now and a fishing trip on the River Nidd downstream from Skip Bridge on the A59 Harrogate road. I think we parked up at a place called Red House at a farmyard if memory serves.
There were four of us on this trip and because of the thick vegetation lining the narrow winding river we were spread out over a number of metres but within earshot of each other if we needed help with landing a fish, etc. Anyhow, as it happens I don't recall having caught much at all - in fact the others concurred with me that it was 'dead'. If we got fed up with trying different tactics to improve things, then we'd either resort to reading a paper or just admire the flora and fauna or take the line out of the water and go for a walk down or upstream to appease the boredom. Well I decided to go for a walk, with the thought of trying another spot to cast my line. After about 5 minutes, the guts started to churn a bit and I began to 'nip' the old muscles in my rear a bit to ease the tension and hope the rather bloated feeling I had would go away. Ha! No such luck. I had to go, but it wasn't too much of a worry as I had some trusty Andrex in the pocket which is always a wise move when you go for a days fishing. So there I am, in the middle of nowhere with no other humans or animals to be seen or heard as I looked upstream/downstream, behind me and cocked an ear for noises. Nothing - yes nothing to trouble me but a gentle breeze as it caressed my exposed arse cheeks after dropping my pants. I was crouched down on a little sloping sandbank within 6ft of the river whilst waiting for blast off.
Nowt happened straight away. Maybe it was the fact the body wasn't used to 'doing it' in the fresh air or what, but bodily functions ceased temporarily. Bloody hell, whats up with us, I thought. It must have seemed like a good 2 minutes before something gave way, and yes, as soon as it occurred, ruddy flies descended upon my rather loose offerings as it trickled between my legs towards the river.
Then mild panic. I heard a noise, a rustle, but definitely something. Was it a gust of wind shaking the tree behind me, please let it be.........and there I was, still crouched awaiting the 'second wave'. And then I spotted something, OH CHRIST, NO!!...........MOVEMENT ON THE OPPOSITE BANK!!
Glancing sheepishly through my fingers, I watched as an elderly couple appeared from nowhere (well actually they had just clambered over a stile which was not immediately apparent from where I was) and strode purposefully towards the riverbank on the opposite side. How bloody close were they coming? Had they spotted me? Should I say "Good morning!" and have done with it? The 2nd wave duly arrived as the couple reached the top of the bank and stared across aghast at my crouched position (I had my head in my hands at this point) with something dribbling between my legs towards the water before walking away downstream muttering to each other.......
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Great !!!! Dont you think there is some strange connection between fishing, bottoms, toilet functions, pain, more bottoms.........?
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| Great !!!! Dont you think there is some strange connection between fishing, bottoms, toilet functions, pain, more bottoms.........? |
Rather worryingly, yes. 
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Carp1, do you know of a guy called Julian Cundiff?
Always seeing him on fishing mags, think he's a bit of a carp expert!
i was at school with him & think he works in the magistrates court in Selby (clerk of the court?) |
Apologies, Referee!  Cundiff it is then.
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Carp1, do you know of a guy called Julian Cundiff?
Always seeing him on fishing mags, think he's a bit of a carp expert!
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Yes indeed I do know Julian, and have done for 12 years or more. I used to bump into him at Drax lake in the early 90's. Then I joined the "Selby 3 lakes syndicate" which he was running for the owner - Paul Howgego. It is Cundiff by the way, and he works at the courts in York. Hope he wasnt sitting in on last weeks case with our friend......Anyway, I dont see much of him nowdays as we both fish different waters. Nice bloke Julian, but his awfully 80's hairy Aerosmith haircut needs some drastic cutting........
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When is the next trip ?
UKPhil is bound to want to cover it for York TV but given what went on You've been framed might be a better choice ?
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What a damp squib, not a sign of a Carp. But the boys were all there, and that means lager, lager, and more lager. During the gargling, a great couple of Carping tales came out..........One of the boys, Matt, lives near Beverley in Humberside, and fishes a chain of lakes at a place called Brandesburton. Now these Brandesburton lakes are very remote and wild, and the nearest habitation is a good mile away. Anyway, on this particular trip Matt decided a trip to the village pub was in order. After all he had been up at the lake for Two days on his own, and was starting to get the "heeby jeebies", as these pools are reputed to be haunted. So he reels in his rods, zips up his tent, and sets of across the fields for the boozer. About midnight Matt gets back to the lake, which is veiled in a thick and spooky mist, and eventually finds his swim in the pitch black. He unzips the door to the tent, and sits down inside his tent to take of his boots. As he pulls them off, a cold and craggy hand lands on his neck.Matt screamed and jumped about Three foot in the air, and actually urinated in his pants. He fell to the floor outside the tent and turned on his pocket torch, pushing his way passed him was a filthy tramp !!! . Some minutes later after regaining his composure, Matt looked around with his torch.Seemed the tramp had taken a liking to his nice warm sleeping bag, and had eaten all his food........ Another carper also fishes Brandesburton and he too had a horrible tale to tell Andy is his name, and is a single parent, who has access to his 12 year old son Craig on every other weekend. So when these weekends come up he takes him night fishing for Carp sometimes. It so happened that they went and fished at Brandesburton one trip, on a particularily wild and wet night. It had rained very hard all day, and with darkness approaching, showed no signs of slowing. They had been couped up in their big dome tent all day, so into their sleeping bags they climbed to warm up, and get some sleep, as the Brandesburton Carp never feed in a heavy downpour. The rain hammered down all night, waking them both up on and off throughout the dark hours. Andy awoke with a start at about Five in the morning, it was still pitch black, and still raining. Andy felt cold all over, shivery if you like. He wondered if he was going down with the flu because of the clammy way his skin felt. He turned on his lamp to put on the kettle, as the lamp illuminated the inside of the dome tent his breath caught in his throat. The inside of the tent was a writhing slimy mass of slugs !!! They had gone on the rampage because of the very wet night. They covered every surface, including dozens that had crawled into Andy's sleeping bag [ hence the shivery cold feeling ] and were inside his clothes as well. Glancing over towards Craig,who was still fast asleep , he looked in horror as Craigs face was covered in silver slug trails and one fat black specimen was sat on Craigs left eye, and a smaller grey one sat across his snooring lips..........
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Well if anyone does start a York City fishing club do NOT ask me to join.
Great tales Carpy!
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These get better. keep 'em coming Carpy 
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DALEY MAYALL of YE PEST
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Another from Daley's archives.......
A fishing trip to the River Derwent at Elvington/Sutton Upon Derwent has just sprung to mind......
I used to go fishing on a regular basis with an ex-work colleague of mine and we often used to set up by the bridge at Elvington where there is a kind of mooring platform which is clear of weeds, etc enabling you to stretch out and relax should the going get tough. Well as things were pretty quiet (in other words - catching f**k all and not getting many bites!), I thought I'd stretch out in the sun and relax for forty winks on the ground whilst leaving my line in the water as I was quiver-tipping and would feel any vibration from a bite with my right hand lightly resting on my rod handle (this sounds seedier by the minute! ). After ensuring my rod was laid at a slightly upward angle with a tight line, I switched on my radio to a low volume, pulled down my cap over my eyes to block the strong sun and relaxed, taking in the sounds of not only the radio, but the birds twittering sweetly in the trees nearby. Well as usually happens when I resort to this tactic, I became a little too relaxed and drifted off to sleep for god knows how long, only to be awoken by an almighty crashing sound. My rod had been well and truly tugged (here we go again! ) to the extent it was about to disappear over the ledge on which it was perched. I swiftly leapt to my feet and dived full length to grasp the butt of the rod and strike. My mate turned round to see me laid on my belly playing the fish which was still hooked thankfully. After much commotion, I managed to get to my feet and finally land a whopping great 7lb Chub, much to the chagrin of my mate who couldn't believe my luck at not only saving my rod from disappearing into the depths for good, but catching the only fish of the day!
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