IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN FISHING
Reader Jonathan Mulholland recalls an eventful outing to the Norfolk Broads and a meeting with a prize idiot
I WAS on holiday in Norfolk with the wife and kids and had a pass for the day to go fishing, while they went shopping in Norwich.
I was catching a few skimmers on the feeder when a boat started to come around the bend to my right. It was a hired cruiser type thing being driven by Captain Pugwash himself, the stereotypical dad out to impress his family, and failing! He was driving on the wrong side of the river and rapidly losing control.
He came round the bend and careered right into the reeds in the side. I jumped up just in time to grab my rod out of the way as he crashed into the bank and destroyed my keepnet.
“Sorry mate,” he shouted and carried on downstream, hitting a clump of reeds the other side before the boat righted itself and he was heading off back to his next victim. I surveyed the trail of destruction and decided a shopping trip to Norwich was the best option!