tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338589224051075532.post1424017419351541353..comments2024-03-25T14:11:43.432+00:00Comments on Of Esox & observations : Ground Hog dayDylan Wrathallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01285181139467170047noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338589224051075532.post-41083585110021626882021-03-30T19:15:50.351+01:002021-03-30T19:15:50.351+01:00Sir, it would be an honour and, indeed, a privileg...Sir, it would be an honour and, indeed, a privilege to spend time upon the bank in such company as your good self. The Cinque Ports AA waters perhaps? See you in the morning you twat! Your ever humble servant - Mr WrathallDylan Wrathallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01285181139467170047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338589224051075532.post-42384022926706588832021-03-30T18:59:54.465+01:002021-03-30T18:59:54.465+01:00Mr Wrathall always willing to help a fellow angler...Mr Wrathall always willing to help a fellow angler even one as eccentric as yourself, hoping one day to share the bank with your good self once times are a little less testingAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07241079476464778638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338589224051075532.post-84491057807481672021-03-30T04:51:52.352+01:002021-03-30T04:51:52.352+01:00Dyl, many years ago I put a new bivvy up in my par...Dyl, many years ago I put a new bivvy up in my parents garden for a look-see. I went back into the house, and a short while later my mother called me to look out of her kitchen window on account of a number of small children that were now playing in it. They were of an age where property boundaries meant nothing if a gap in a fence was big enough, and a suitable incentive was in place. <br />If it proved one thing, it was that kids were happy to go night fishing if there was a bivvy involved. My own lad thought it great. He didn't seem too bothered about the fish though. Shame that. But there you go.Richttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02714117508358025668noreply@blogger.com