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24 hours living the dream


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Hello,

 

My write ups are far too in-frequent these days, and for that I apologise. While I'm at it I will also apologise for the rubbish that I'm no doubt about to type as I've just got in from a night clubbing in Bath following an absolutely mint 24 hours of 'living the dream' as such. To say I'm sober would be an absolutely shocking lie which would sent me straight to the burning gates of hell.

 

I received a call Sunday night from my mate who was fishing a stretch in Lacock which I baliff to say he had just caught his first barbel from a swim I was fishing on Friday night. Jammy ***. :rolleyes: I needed no further encouragement to go fishing so I grabbed my new barbel rod which is yet to be christened, some bait and the net. Decided to fish downstream from him as he was now occupying a swim which I had missed an absolute stonker of a barbel bite from on Friday night. (whole rod taken airbourne job) Baited up the swim with a couple of handfuls of pellets on arrival before taking my time gluing a couple of elips pellets to a hair rig. Also made up some PVA bags full of pellets to act as an immediate groundbait around the hookbait. Finally cast in around 9pm and following a few small knocks the rod tip bent round. After a short fight I was rewarded with a 4lbs 8oz chub.

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After the first chub was weighed and released I threw some more pellets into the swim and spent a while gluing a couple more pellets onto the hair. Hooked another PVA bag onto the hook and cast it back into the pool I was fishing. Nothing happened for another 10 minutes before the rod slammed round again. After a fight that I initially mistook for a barbel, the fish rolled over and gave up, as is characteristic of chub. :rolleyes: This one weighed in at 5lbs 7oz which is a personal best for me. :good: Grinning from ear to ear I called it a night as I knew I would have an early start and hopefully a busy day ahead of me tomorrow.

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Despite my alarm clock clearly lying to me, tomorrow came and I dragged myself out my pit at the un-Godly hour of 7:30am. A time foreign to a student who has just finished their A-levels. Collected an older Spanish friend of mine at 9am who also has permission to shoot this land and we arrived at the land around 9:30am. I set up in the middle of a large field of rape stubble after driving my friend to the other side of a block of woodland which is in the middle of the field. Set up a U-shape decoy pattern with the wind on my back and one arm shorter than the other/ Shooting was very slow to start with and I had to talk my friend out of us packing up and going home. :oops: Once I killed a couple of birds for the rotary things began to improve. :good: Was steadily making a bag up until my friend put in an appearance needing more cartridges as his weren't up to the job and who then proceeded to set up camp on the top of a high tower we shoot clays from. This definitely put birds off who were heading towards my pattern. <_< Shooting at anything visible at long range also didn't help with birds coming into my decoys... He eventually went round the back of the woods again for just over an hour, during which time I probably killed in excess of 50 birds. However, it turns out the shooting was slow round there so he came back again with me in the late 70's on the tally. It took me another 2 and a half hours to reach a 100 with the last 10 birds taking the majority of the time as the battery had finally died on the rotary. Was determined to stick it out though to get my first ever ton. :D

 

To say I am knackered now would be understatement of the year. The heat was absolutely sweltering today but fortunately my Dad who some of you will know came to the rescue with cold water, cereal bars and 250 extra cartridges. Death by dehydration was thus avoided although came dangerously close! I also have this annoying habit of being over eager and not wishing to put off birds dropping in by running to and from my pattern and the hide to tidy up shot birds and deal with runners as quickly as possible. I definitely ran several miles today wearing wellies across rape stubble that was as high as my knees and waist in places. I will also admit to monumentally stacking it and partially impaling myself on more than one occasion. :oops: My shoulder and arm are also feeling the effects.

 

Cartridges will be counted tomorrow. Watch this space for my un-doubtedly poor shot to kill ratio! :rolleyes:

 

I would write more, give you a bird by bird running commentary even, but I am shattered and keep having to relocate a pair of hedgehogs up to no good away from my ferret cage as their ticks and fleas are unwanted tonight!

 

Here's the bag! The Spanish contingent of todays shooting trip also accounted for 30 birds while I finished on 105 picked. Sweeeeet.

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CHEEERS,

 

FM

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