Day five and it is my turn to choose again . I decided to go for Guerledan , after yesterdays disaster I felt we just needed to catch a few fish. Guerledan has been very consistant and after really heavy rain overnight I was unsure about the river. On arrival we were a bit dissapointed to find that the lake had risen a bit and that the swims were a bit more difficult to fish. However, after yesterday , none of us felt like charging around looking for somewhere else to fish so with wind and light rain in our faces we settled down to fish. The Chief had drawn first and chose the swim that Roger had done well on three days ago . Roger drew second and I was supprised when he opted for the middle swim. This meant that I had drawn last choice every day! Suspect maybe? Two very dodgy characters I might add. Anyway I had to fish the same peg as before but this time I decided on the feeder. The main reason for going with the feeder was the persistant heavy drizzle , I do not enjoy fishing the pole in wet conditions, the joints often stick and its just a pain keeping things dry and organised.I put out about a kilo of groundbait laced with caster and hemp through the feeder. It does not happen very often but the tip went round while I was tightening up. Bingo! Bream first chuck! For the first hour things went very well I was catching steadily and thought I was keeping up with the Chief . The second hour was not quite as fast but I thought I had about 15lbs in the net. Roger was really struggling in the middle but I was enjoying a neck and neck battle with the Chief. Then disaster struck , Roger decided to pack up and come the other side of me. I did not mind that but explained that he had disqualified himself from the 5 euro bet , to which he replied something quite unprintable. Just as he passed I had unhooked a bream and left the rod lying on my right , whilst fiddling with the keepnet, I looked round and the wheel of Rogers trolley had snapped my line. I had to gear up again cursing the clumsy sod under my breath while claiming a foul. I had also lost my clip marker and while I was making the rod up again Roger was merrily feeding his swim. To be honest I doubt it made much difference but my swim just was never the same , bites just faded away to nothing. At weigh in Chief put a hefty 43lbs on the scales while I was nowhere near with 27 lbs. Roger came with a late run and weighed 24lbs, not fantastic but still almost 100lbs between us. The following day was due to be the last fishing day but the weather was so appalling we went to the pub instead. All in all some good days fishing with two good mates but the weather got us all down a bit , the " summer " of 2007 was on us. Modesty almost prevented me mentioning who won the overall points ( despite drawing last everyday )
A good week even if the draw was a bit dodgy. Maybe see the rascals again next year,
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