the river … well, part of it
spent a delightful weekend with great people, attempting to get fish to bite worms before they wiggle off the hook
the gang was greeted by a lovely herd of calves
a lot of beer was consumed, as is customary
one would not like to meet this majestic fish & apologise for being responsible for its demise in a sober state
mmmmmmmmmm!!!
besides, everything’s more fun when you have a bit of beer in your belly
so, saturday jodaz catches one
jodaz looking pro
sunday morning siggif catches one
that’s not it
sunday afternoon siggif heads home, relatively happy, although a few swearwords did cross his mouth
the bridge
so, monday comes, & the gang is allowed to fish until 13.00
not too much is happening, so a suggestion to head down to the bridge is unanimously accepted and the suggestee patted on back
on way down there, they run across the farmer who asks ‘how’s fishin’?’ to which the gang replies: ‘two salmon & a few wee ones’
‘ach,’ says the farmer, ‘please get one more. we’re up to 199 & i want to see it up to 200.’
‘sure will!’ the gang replies
‘you should get a bite at 12.45 in the upper waterfall, on the right’
‘aha!’ gang says, secretly nodding in the farmer’s general direction, indicating senile insanity
anyhoo, fishing is attempted, but nothing is biting
at around 12.39, jodaz sends siggimus over to the upper waterfall, on the right, where siggimus sinks the bait & waits patiently
after a few mins, there’s a nibble, but nothing sticks
then another nibble & something sticks!
but it’s not very big & it manages to get off the hook…
then suddenly, as the clock chimes 12.45, siggimus notices a little quiver at the end of the fishing pole
something nibbles!!
*yank a little*
it’s on!!
so, siggimus battles with the salmon for a minute, during which minute siggimus realises he’s not exactly in a prime location; perched on a cliff about 2 metres above the water
in case you don’t know salmon, this is not a very good place to be
so, siggimus does the only thing possible: yanks the silvery feller up out of the water & all the way up to the cliffy bit, where jodaz – panicking as always – grabs on to it for dear life & wrestles it onto the ground
siggimus has caught his second salmon 🙂
it´s a beauty!!
so, as they drive away, they run into the farmer again & in high pitched voices tell him that they have salmon #200 for him & that they actually caught it at precisely 12.45!!
what a freakin’ coincidence!!
farmer nods calmly & says ‘mmm. you know, people always think i’m lying…’
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