IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN FISHING
A disastrous day on the bank ended happily for reader and Good Samaritan Robin Piper
MINUTES after I’d started fishing at Little Cansiron in Kent a mink ran through my peg, startling the ducks and geese which flapped noisily through my swim. Soon afterwards the heavens opened and as I reached for my brolly my rod ripped off the rest – yielding a small carp. Then I lost my tackle in a tree. After setting up again I noticed a small knot in my line so I had to re-rig my outfit in the pouring rain. Next a huge gust of wind blew my shelter to the ground, leaving me exposed to the elements once again.
This was the last straw, so I decided to call it a day and packed my gear into the car.
Before setting off I heard a cry for help from one of the other anglers who had slipped down the bank and cut his finger badly on a knife left on his side-tray. I
I always carry a supply kit in the car, so I managed to put my first aid training into gear and stop the bleeding. So all’s well that ends well! Despite my bad day’s fishing I was happy I managed to do at least something right!