There’s only so much one man can take...

Angling Times (UK) - - YOUR FISHING WEEK -

AF­TER be­ing told by friends that a lake was fish­ing well, I ar­rived early to have the lake to my­self.

Half-an-hour later an­other an­gler ar­rived, sat in the next swim to me and spent the next hour tack­ling up three rods, putting up his bivvy and ham­mer­ing rod rests into the ground.

He then walked over to me and told me I was in his usual swim and that I should do well, as he had been bait­ing up over the past two days. He then went back to his swim and in­tro­duced about five bags of boilies and eight spod­fuls of bait be­fore cast­ing out his rods, nowhere near his feed.

Even­tu­ally he set­tled down to sleep, but not for long, and when he woke up he strolled over say­ing: “Quiet to­day!”

He told me he was here most weeks but had never done any good and was go­ing to move, which he did, with his bar­row strain­ing un­der the weight.

To my hor­ror, a lit­tle later he ap­peared on the op­po­site bank.

“This looks all right!” he shouted, be­fore more buck­ets of bait went in. That was it – I packed up. As I was leav­ing, he shouted across: “Had enough then?”

Too right I had! Mick Cole­man, Da­gen­ham, Es­sex

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