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A FISHERMAN'S TALE
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My father in law, Frank, is a keen carp fisherman. He has found this
wonderful carp lake deep in the heart of the Derbyshire dales. Here, the
carp grow to 30lb (honest, guv). The lake sits amid beautiful rolling
hills, it is an almost idyllic spot, perfect for a relaxed day's fishing.
Frank found his spot and stuck to it regularly, he was never seen by a
soul, only a local farmer who walked along side the lake with his faithful
spaniel. Frank got to quite like the spaniel, it would sit along side him,
just watching, for hours on end. Frank was thrilled to feel a huge tug on
his line, alas, with his big landing net broken, his rather feeble and
small spare net was obviously not going to do the business of pulling in
this massive carp.
To his complete surprise, the dog seemed to understand Franks difficulties
and without further adieu, leapt into the water and retrieved the carp,
dropping it dutifully at Frank's feet. Upon examination, the carp was found
to be totally unmarked by the spaniels strong, but gentle teeth. Responding
to extreme praise, the dog thought he was `the cat's whiskers', (pardon the
pun). Frank then re-baited his hook with bread and proceeded to cast out as
high and as far as he could.
Before he could blink, a duck swept down from the sky, scooped the bread
into it's open beak and then flapped around just above the water, in great
distress, the hook obviously being well embedded in it's tongue. Up jumps
the spaniel, leaps into the water, grabs the hysterical duck and starts
heading back to the bank. Frank, meanwhile, is reeling in the line for all
he is worth, his concern being totally for the poor frantic duck, it's
impaled tongue causing great pain.
The spaniel had other ideas.
This duck was quite a catch, this was something that he wouldn't drop at
Franks feet, his master at his hill top farmhouse should have this prize.
The dog started to bound up the very steep hill, the duck firmly in his
jaws, the hook firmly in the ducks mouth, the fishing hook firmly attached
to the fishing line, the fishing line being firmly attached to the fishing
rod, the fishing rod being held quite frantically by poor old breathless
Frank, running as fast as he could in hot pursuit. He was reeling in as he
was running, convinced that sooner or later, something had to give!
Luckily, our faithful spaniel friend leapt through railings that surrounded
the farmhouse at the top of this very steep hill, the line snagged on this
and broke. This left Frank flat on his face (I won't say what in), the
outstretched rod still in hand, his appearance more like that of the
athletes at the finishing line of the London marathon than that of a peace
loving fisherman. So much for a quiet day's fishing! The happy ending to
this sorry tale, is that the farmer rescued the poor duck from the dog and
managed to remove the hook. The duck was later seen flapping about on the
lake. Frank still fishes at that carp lake, only now his Wellington boots
have been replaced by spiked running shoes.........
Best 73's, Justin Eidleburger, alias G1ERT @ GB7AAA
P.S. THIS ONE IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!!!
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