One of my most memorable days was out on a fishing trip with unionhotel and my bro gft103. The old man had chartered a boat out of Bridport, which took ages to drive to. Beautiful day though; the perfect South Coast roaster, dry heat and a low breeze.
Now I’ve done my time with my name on a fishing licence. Woodmill was my freshwater spot of choice (I never believed that the Common was any good, despite the frequent fisherman’s tales of being able to catch monster fish with Mother’s Pride), and I used to go floundering on the Itchen with one of my mum’s pals.
The Bridport thing was something else. I’d always admired the art of fishing for the simple sedate pleasures. Quietly watching the world go by. Discovering good spots for different tactics. Whacking an eel over the head with a lump hammer. Bridport? No hyperbole. We caught hundreds of fish.
We had these multi-hook jobbies that we were just banging off the side of the boat. Again, no hyberbole, you’d pull the hook up fifteen seconds later and have at least two mackerel hooked. We got so much mackerel that we ended up using it as bait for bigger fish, pulling up dogfish. We got over 20 of those. Resilient bastards. Still wriggling after you skin them. Best joke of the day was, to my shame, during one of these moments. My old man’s mate says “I wanna bash it over the head to keep it still, but it keeps looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes”.
We lol’ed. It probably wasn’t appropriate for a future left winger.
Only tried a bit of Fly fishing once and it was OK. Relaxing, but caught feck all, which was dissapointing as I had promised Mrs Abandon a wild Salmon for our tea.
It’s just an excuse to sit in the great outdoors with mates and get steadily wrecked but I am partial to a spot of fishing.
Just booked another trip to France for September, hoping for a 30lb+ fish.
The red wine and cracking food has little to do with it. Honest.
Anyone else up for wetting a line?
Sounds like my reasons for attending cricket matches. No need to travel to France and usually played in sunshine. Banter and singing instead of tranquility. Oh and no skills or knowledge required.
Yeah, I’ve eaten carp here and there - mostly in eastern Europe. They seem to have the knack for cooking it; in Prague the carp was lovely, but they couldn’t cook salmon for toffee.
Speed (w Keanu Reeves) was an action move involving a bus that couldn’t slow down.
Speed 2 (w Jason Patric, a different actor), was a less classy action move involving a ship that couldn’t slow down.
David Cameron is alleged to have stuck his wanger in dead pig’s cakehole as part of some bizarre initation ceremony. On dry land!
I’ve never been into fishing personally. Used to do a lot of shoots for Tight Lines though, Sky Sports fishing programme (now sadly gone). My fave one filming in the Irish Sea shark fishing. The boat owner had a specific spot where the Caribbean current meets the colder Irish waters. 40 odd sharks landed in 4-5 hours. The water was really clear too.