Pewsey Off Milk hard to swallow

To keep my eye in for the Spring League a season.of the canal leg of the simmer league, I decided to fish the first leg of the new Pewsey canal season 2017/2018.

For once I draw and end peg number 1 and almost run to my peg thinking it was around perm peg 12.  I had three hours there on Wednesday so felt like I had pre baited ready for the match.  Slight disappointment to find actual there were more boats on the canal and todays peg  was about perm peg 17.

Now I would love to tell you that it was manic from start to finish but if I say that after 1 hour nobody it seemed had a bite and by 2 hours buzzer was walking the bank wondering whether to go home

I had my first bite on 1 and half hours.  Well I say bite, i lowered in on the 2 foot line and the float did not settle .  Thinking I had laid on a snag i lifted slowly so as not to hook the snag and instead a 1 oz Roach was manfully hanging on.

The other guys were bemoaning the lack of action.  It appeared Mark had hooked 2 ouncer which promptly flipped off. Spanners had 4 fish for around 10 oz and Chris the pony had 10fish for 8 oz.

Buzzer decided to go back to his peg as he did have 2 tiny fish.  I jokingly said your framing mate don't go home.  I looked up to see Mark and Spanners of their boxes as a column of boats had and was going through .  Indeed the boats were a nightmare today one after the other and plenty of double boatings.

Tony next to me was sliding his landing net in and out and yet said he was catching nothing!!! I thought i was being stuffed and braced myself for the abuse at not winning of an end peg.  Attila on the other end peg was struggling too. So maybe today was not for end pegs.

It was a surreal match no bites and time seemed to be going backwards it was well drawn out.  To my right about 40 mtrs down Bream were rolling in the reeds on the far bank and rolling against the boat to my right also 40 mtrs down.

So no bites means spawning?? Not sure the theory was sound.  Apparently the CRT had been dredging through Milkhouse this week, but didn't see them Wednesday.

So an hour to go. And was that a dip and slight lift.  Maybe I should go to specsavers, but i lift and it is a tiny skimmer.

Nothing more is forthcoming and I see Chris and Atilla striding toward me to weigh in.  Blimey says I you got here quick.  That's because there has not been much to weigh in what you got .  Two bites two fish says I. I dropped them in the scales net and it registered at 3 oz.

You have framed....................!!!  F off guys not funny.  Seriously you are third. Took a while to sink in. What about Tony his landing net has been going in and out for the last hour. Yes they say he was trying to fish out his mobile phone hes dropped it in the edge!

So to the scores.

So top weight is Spanners who takes a pound of me too Grrrr! Mark takes our section by default, Chris comes second to Spanners and that means Buzzer gets the section with Alan Gibbs.  Sure enough its true I get in the frame with a third place.

Had a close call on the way home as on two occasions someone pulled out in front of me, and a young lady tried running across in front me in high heels falling in an undignified heap in the middle of the road.  I did stop in time.  I offered help as she dusted herself down and moaned at a tear in her stockings.  How did I know they were stockings you might ask?  Well she hitched up skirt to review the damage  high enough for me to see the hold ups!!

What a day picked up money and well what equates to full blown sex for me these days a stocking top and lily white thigh. Lol.

Finally I get home and decided to slump on the settee and as you can see all seats are taken.

See you next week.

SSS R2 Impotent fisherman suffers frustration

What’s the saying , “a bad days fishing is better than a good day at work” well the second round of the SSS proved that wrong for me.  Selected to fish again for Browning Andover MG White I was handed a draw of Wolfhall C Section .  I had followed (purely by chance – not stalking him) Kev Chubb to the draw venue and was glad of it as his leisurely (slow) pace had seen us both avoid hitting Muntjac deer.  He was lucky missing his would his luck hold for the day?

Slightly disappointed as I had practiced Brimslade and Farmers and attended the match with a hope that I would draw somewhere near to where I had practiced.  In addition the quality and size of the fish there indicated it would be a good days fishing.

Still Wolfhall, not an unhappy hunting ground for me was having framed on the last two visits there.  Admittedly slightly later in the year (when the stretch had settled after the big boat race) and I had drawn either side of the Wolfhall bridge on the fliers.  

On arrival this time I was left at the bridge then 150 mtrs down to my peg C6.  So right past the fliers at the bridge; and not far enough for the end pegs and the fish holding stick ups in the canal of C 1,2 and 3.

I had left the waders at home (again! Don’t know where my head is at the moment) so had to slide down the bank to get in.  Think hippo and Walt Disney and you will picture the scene.  I slipped in like a lubricated prostate examiners finger making an exploratory recce.  I barely created a ripple and was quickly set up with platform level with water surface.

Too my left Steve Dean of Pewsey and then Kev Chubb.  To my right and a few pegs down Kinger fellow Browning lad and winner of the last round.  Kev did not hold much hope for the day other that 2 lb would be a good weight and anyhow it was a nice day in the sun.  We (Kev and I) did share our amazement of some anglers to manage to get bonus fish regularly and Kev said he found Dog Perch in particular difficult to find.

Another unexplained anomaly was the ability of Boats to appear on the all in whistle.  True to form the all-in was shouted anglers baited up and the first of the boats came through and destroyed the baited area – you have to laugh don’t you – well actually no you don’t.

30 Minutes in and me  steve, Kev and John Wright to my right no bites no fish.  Thirty five minutes and commotion to my left as Mr Chubb has hooked the bottom, only the bottom has started to move and it’s not the bottom.  His face a picture of concentration his buttocks clenched tight enough to swipe a credit card, he relaxes into a big smile as he slides his landing net under a 2 lb. plus Bream.

Back in the real world my peg.  Still devoid of any fish, sign of fish bubbles from fish, fish flipping on the surface, fish of any size creed or colour.  You get the message no fish no bites and no sign of a bite.  Steve to my left has had a Ruffe, the guy to my right has caught 2 x two day old roach basically a pair of eyes with fin.

My swim was two foot at towpath going out 5 feet straight drop off no gradual slope. 3 foot 6 shallow at centre of the track and then 8 feet from far bank rising sharply no slope to 12 inches deep and remaining at that depth for the full 8 feet to the bank.  No features just sub surface debris, brambles branches and twigs. Being so shallow every boat through destroyed the swim into a muddy mess that took 20 minutes plus to settle and become fishable again.

Two hours in still no bites and no fish when both Steve to my left and I simultaneously catch thumb size Gudgeon.  Kevin in the meantime has added 2 dog Perch to go with his Bream (never catch Big Perch eh Kev!). John Wright to my right has just plumped for catching amoebas across for the rest of the match and is building his weight half an ounce at a time.

3 and half hours in and still only 1 fish one bite. Did the float move there not sure but I hit it to find a 10 Gram Ruffe valiantly hanging on to a small red worm.  To be honest I was losing the will to live.  Apart from Kev it seemed all the anglers I could see were not doing great but they were ahead of me.  I had scaled down all rigs as it seemed only amoebas were available.

Nick King my squad mate was sweating too having gone hours without a bite.  Nicks purgatory was about to end as he guided a couple of get out of jail skimmers to his bank, one dragged under the keel of a passing boat, jammy git. 

I would like to discuss one day (on a philosophical basis) feelings of impotency.  There is nothing quite like match fishing for making you struggle with that feeling of frustration. Born of drawing a peg that clearly has no chance to compete effectively.  I say impotent, because after trying what you think as everything to get a bite. 

Nothing has happened. 

I clearly rang the changes this match trying all baits from dendros, to tiny red worm, caster to maggot to pinkie and squat.  Bread punch , 2,3 and 4 mill.  I fished off the bottom dead bottom and laid on by inches. I went from an 18 hook down to a size 24 hook and 0.5 line. I tried 7 different swims. I baited lightly to start, precise with a bait dropper.  Then cupping in. I changed shotting patterns, moving with the flow and holding back, I was impotent, powerless to make bites occur.

With an hour to go I had a run of a few amoebas fishing in the shallowest part of the far shelf, dobbing with a single squat cut in half on a size 24 hook and 0.5 bottom.  I finished with 11 bites 11 fish and a danger of being bottom in section.  I had to pray there was a few blanks.

A quick look over the boardmans shoulder I noted at least one weight that I had beaten so I would be bottom, nevertheless I was frustrated not to have magicked another fish or two out of my dead swim.

My fellow squad member Kinger was looking relieved and as he said; had got out of Jail with his late skimmers.

Kev Chubb had carried his luck through from the near miss with a Muntjac and broke his dog Perch bogey by adding 3 pound plus Perch to his Bream.

I have to say well done Kev.  

I also have to say that the section was tough some good anglers caught bugger all today; and from what I saw my 11 fish was not bad it was just there impossibly small size.  Other anglers (not all) had similar number of bites but bigger fish.  Match fishing can be cruel.  Not even the end pegs produced expected weights today.  Pegs 2 and 3 opposite the stick ups had held a few fish and good anglers benefited from the holding qualities of the stick up reeds.

Even the favored bridge pegs struggled (Rob Randall bucking the trend).  So with 8 weights (third of the section) under a pound and a further 6 weights under 2 lb a tough day.  Well done to those above that; and to those who had a bonus fish or two.  

I drove home with conflicting feelings of frustration at an inability to catch more; against a thought of working hard to make a difference not just sitting there waiting for the fish to come to me.  But as so many people commented today "its a shit stretch Gary, and if they aint there you cant catch em".  

So not last, but not enjoying the feeling that I could not have done no more.  See you next time. 

PS I have just found out that on the day my team finished 5th with Ian Madden and Chris Opie doing really well with Carp and big Bream.Chris weighing in 15+lb of Skimmers, Carp and Bream, and Ian 10+lb of Carp and Perch well done lads, sorry I couldn't back you to a higher place today.

Summer downer kicks off

A short blog today as there is not much to say.

 We are all keen to get going and its thanks to Alistair Foreshaw who has taken over from the Dazzler in doing the grunt work.  Patney and Woodside lakes was a popular venue at last years comp late in the year we all did well.  However in effort to avoid fixture clash and the river close season, rotation and fixture shake up meant we started there this year.

Its not been fishing well a cold winter still has its talons well and truly sunk into the venue and another cold night and a cold north easterly wind was whipping the lake surface.

I was delighted with my draw and end peg and an island chuck ; but strangely my gut feeling was it was not going to be easy. I felt the wind would lead any feeding fish to the south west corner , which wasn't bad as that corner was flanked by two Pewsey anglers Bryan Jackson (reigning summer league individual champ) and fellow team mate Neil Pegrum.

It was an hour before my first bite , a Perch of an ounce on the waggler of the end of the Island. I had 4 feet in front of me at 6 mtrs and 6 feet at 10 o'clock at the same distance.  Our plan was to emulate Brian Shutlers win last week on the venue (58 lbs).

As such a fish meal ground bait mix with hard 4 mill pellet and a bit of dead maggot as filling.  I set up a straight lead, a method, a waggler and 3 pole lines; and rotated through them trying to buy a bite.

But it was areal grind Simon Burden and Steve Trevett opposite and Brian Curtis and Steve Dean to my right were blanking too. In fact phone messages and were to the fact that whole sections of anglers were blanking.

News came through that Leo had broken his duck without knowing. When he reeled in his method feeder to find a half ounce Perch attached.

And so the day went.  I tried it all hard and soft pellet, corn, worm, and maggot and caster.  None of which had any effect on my tiny Perch.  I decided to set up a canal rig and resort to pinkie, which resulted in a further 8 fish .  None of them big.

Both Simon and Steve T had a carp in the last 20 minutes, which would mean they had beaten me glad they were in section D.

So to the weigh in.  Doing two sections I decided to start at the winward end with my mate Brian Shutler, on D7.  Odd to see his nets out and drying and to find he had blanked as had Dazzler next to him. Doug had 1 Carp as did Colin Weston, Len Baldwin Esq had two skimmers and Neil Pegrum won the section with one 2 oz Carp and one 7 lb 14 oz for 8 pound.

 Confirming my earlier theory on the wind pushing the fish into the corner flanked by Neil and Bryan ; Bryan weighed in three carp for 13 lb 10 oz and a section win. Paul Rice 3 pups for 7 lb 15 oz. Steve had three fish for 5.5 oz 9.5 oz from  Brian Curtis.  Mick Rosier blanked.  Me I had the 9 fish for 3rd in section 1 lb 8 oz.

A proper grind.  Not sure what the team placings are (Team 2 I think 16 points, Team 3 11 points? Team 1 16 points) but the other 2 sections had lots of blanks and one Carp type pegs.  Well done to Craig Curtis for his 5 Carp for 20 lb.  Leo ended up with 2 Perch for a wind assisted 1 oz and Chris 3 oz..

 At least the dogs were pleased to see me when I got home.

Capt Slow and his Silver Bream machine

It was that time of year when the jollee boys day out from Pewsey takes a trip to Shearwater.  Traditionally a pre cursor to the lads that are off to Ireland and big water Bream Fishing.  Down on our normal numbers we nevertheless arrived early before the place was over run by boilie queens for the Easter weekend.  Turning it into a tented city of splashing spod mix and ever louder bite alarms.

I must admit I do like this annual tradition, it always follows on from a lot of Pole fishing and it makes a nice change to use rod and reel.  I set up a 5AAA waggler and a heavy and medium feeder.  40 Gram and 30 gram bullet type cage feeders would be loaded with 50/50 brown crumb and sonubaits exploding ground bait.  Filled with 1 pint caster 3/4 kilo minced worm pint of dead red.

Two lines 1 short at 40 mtr for the wag and one at 65 mtr for the 40 gram cage feeder.  All in was shouted and I wasn't ready , indeed Brian had two fish before I had started and spanners was also unhooking his first.

I completed the bomber Harris attack with 10 balls of ground bait. Then pinged the feeder dead centre of the baited area.  The agreement was that fish over a pound would count for the day and he with the highest number would be god with a rod  - at least for the day.

I was quickly in and like Spanners catching steadily lovely fish all of them . Over a pound was no problem at all indeed the average was closer to 3 pound a fish.  I was catching well but my bites were not all Bream it was well interspersed with Roach.  Not the scabby snotty canal Roach but proper 10 oz to 15 oz beauties all like peas in a pod.

The first of the Bream were lovely but then I caught a Silver Bream, it took me by surprise really as I knew they were there but had only ever caught Bronze Bream.  The banter was high , especially from me.  I was ribbing Leo (Capt Slow as he was having a slow biteless start). Chris (my little pony) not in attendance today was the fella who had first called Leo Capt Slow, due to his steady driving and mature outlook.  Its sort of stuck with me.  Who by the way was receiving an inordinate amount of abuse for fishing for Browning.  Shutler in particular was very concerned how the Argos boy was doing...... It was explained to me later about the connection in the past between Argos and Browning.

Nevertheless two grumpy blokes on the end pegs where whingeing at Spanners and myself who were catching steadily.

Spanners was annoyingly staying one ahead of me and the steady supply of Roach was nice but not helpful. Brian was getting a couple interrupted by long spells of nothing.  Colin Weston was enjoying a few but had just had a really bad snarl up after playing clearly a large fish.

The average stamp of fish were beginning to exceed the 3 lb mark now for Spanners and myself .  Spanners catching some big old Bream. Me well I had two in a row that were in excess of 6 lb and a third that was well over 7 lb.

One thing I had noted was you needed to ball in ( 3 balls) as well every 45 minutes or so or the grazing sheep/Bream would drift away.  This was obvious as you could watch up and down the line of anglers. As my bites dried up Colin would be in . Then he would stop and spanners would catch. Then he stopped and Leo would be catching and so on.  In fact Capt Slow had become Capt Fantastic as he  could not go wrong.  For a while there he was put the rod in the rest!!

Brian on the other hand was still 2 fish then nothing, an unusually slow day for him.

My ding dong with Spanners was becoming so frustrating I would catch and at the same time s would he keeping one fish in front of me time after time.  A swap to the waggler trying to up the rate, just resulted in more perfect Roach.  Leo by now had passed us both and gone from grumpy bastard threatening to knock me off my box to giggling wreck as his purple patch went into over drive.

This was great , just a bunch of mates catching fish and taking the piss, what a nice day to spend away from the office and life.

Spanners was still going well.

And me well I too was still catching every fish a lovely fat bellied 3 to 4 lb.  Some of the bigger fish showing signs of spawning.  The Roach especially the 12 to 14 ounce fish was as rough as sandpaper but still fit enough to fight well.

It was lunch time by the time, I caught and passed Spanners him being on 21 and me now on 22.  However the Bream machine Leo was catching us both and up to 19.  Colin too was catching as Spanners and I could only watch for a while.

My efforts to increase the rate , only increasing the Roach and then one 14 oz Rudd lovely.  I resumed the fish over a pound race with a Tench of 2 and half; coming to treble yellow maggot.  It was strange though because whilst the others were all catching on treble red.  My fish would only come to worm . Anything else brought a Roach or fish under a pound.

It was with great joy that Leo announced another fish (25) to go ahead of all of us.  I congratulated him and toasted him with a drink. Of which a pinkie had crawled in. Chomping in half I spat out part pinkie and swallowed the other half much to the joy of my fellow Jollee boys.

Especially had them wriggling as I tried to hack up the wriggling thing at the back of my throat.  Of what joy for my squeamish friends.

As we approached the mid afternoon finish the lake was filling with Carpers and they were queing like vultures for us to depart so they could set up camp.  Leo was stretching away and keeping the lead and even the banter was not upsetting his rhythm.

Spanners sneaked past me again with a pound plus Roach,

So how did it all end.  Well who cares we all had a Cracking day and good mates bagging taking the mick lots of laughter.  Me with an undigested pinkie frantically trying to crawl back out my throat.  Lovely stuff a real boost from the fishing gods.

For those besotted with figures.

Leo (The Bream Machine) 37 fish over a pound.  Spanners 35, Me 34 plus 22 Roach and 1 Rudd. Brian Shutler 25 fish and Colin with 10.

All of us if you consider the average 3 pound weight of Bream catching a nice bag.  I was certainly happy with 100 lb plus.

Roll on the Summer League on Sunday. A big thanks to my mates from Pewsey.

Round 1 Sensas Spring League

What a pleasant day to go fishing , a real Crabtree morning the promised warm sun making the mist curl upwards to the deepening azure sky.  Not sure though if Crabtree would have had to make his way through country lanes strewn with KFC , MacDonald’s and Pizza land waste.  A “benefit” of living near the Solstice park takeaway food outlets.

I do think the cock wombles that use those facilities should have explained to them, that as they transit through Wiltshire (Gods) county that they can actually retain their rubbish in their car and put in a bin when they get home.  Now there’s blue sky thinking in action.

The drive was a pleasant one, birds and wildlife picking through the detritus thrown from vehicles for a chicken bone or two; and eventually arriving at the Spencer club in Melksham for the first round of the SSS or the Sensas Spring series.  Organised by Ditcher the contest is a big one by modern standards with over a hundred anglers.

I was turning out as a newby for the Browning family, and was a little nervous that I might not be well received or know many people.  Those thoughts were quickly dispelled as I received a huge cheery smile and how do you do from my friend Mike Marsden and a big hug and hand shake from one of the best the “big” man Shaun Bryan.  To be honest I needn’t have worried as there were a lot of faces I knew.  Even some from Pewsey who I have to admit I was surprised to see. I saw Marc Kay who knew I was fishing (tackle shop yesterday)and had already confidently informed me he was happy because that guaranteed him at least one point.

In the main everyone was pleasant and friendly and the Browning family settled me quickly.  I was asked if I was happy by a third party outside of my team mates, to which I said yes; and the quick retort did make me smile ……  “Well good, but you might want to tell your face then”. Sorry I said I was given a good slapping for smiling when I was a kid and have never forgot it. 

The first downer was a delayed start to the match, normal for a big show admin who have to take the money etc and deal with those who don’t see well or hear well.  However, on a tight time line for an evening out not starting till 11.00hrs was a pain.  Plus it would inevitably give more time to those on the water or towpath to populate the area.

Couldn’t be helped and after drawing section C and peg 23 , I was delighted to be on my way, wind in the heavily receding hair line on my way to the water board car park at Bowerhill.  Parking up I unloaded and bounded along to where I thought my peg would be but there was nothing in sight and it needed a much longer walk past some good pegs than I expected.  Hey ho same for everyone. Sections were 25 plus so C section was split with the low numbers to the right of the swing bridge at bottom of Bowerhill lane and higher numbers left.

I settled in at my peg which looked rough and was tight on the width of towpath plus dense hawthorn behind.  No shipping back then.  First thing I find is a 35 gram method feeder.  Clearly the boilie queens fish here.

First cock up of the day was next. I had forgotten my wellies, so had to get in the canal in tacky bottoms and trainers to set up piper alpha platform.  That’s ok I thought will dry out today.  With such big sections there was no way you were going to avoid the talent and instead of the normal one or two towpath heroes to beat there was a least half a dozen quality guys to beat.  I put this out of my head and instead just did as the Browning boys had instructed enjoy the day.  In fact it was refreshing to be told this is the basic plan, go fish and enjoy yourself.

Having levelled the platform perfectly, with the water surface, key at this venue, as water levels change by inches several times in the match and original plumbing depths are constantly altered.  I then stood on the platform and my lithe frame made it sink 8 inches into the blue clinging clay of the canal. Bugger water half way up me shins.  

Never mind I am not moving it now.  In fact it would be nice, cooler for the day and stop me from overheating.  So I black marker penned the depth on the platform rig legs and watched that mark throughout the day. 

Kit laid parallel to the tow path I started the match.  Browning match plan engaged I was delighted to get a nice little skimmer after a few minutes.  The canal itself was an absolute nightmare strewn with floating debris, no doubt some of it was canal trust stuff, but inexperienced boaters too had cut and left many a twig.  I built my own compost heap very quickly.  

Boat traffic was high and the canal pulled strongly left and right coupled with an arm straining right to left wind.  Swapping between rigs (set at different depths) I tried hard to keep up with the fluctuating water depth which changed as much as 2 inches at times.  Then it was just a case of chasing the fish up the slope as the increased boat traffic pushed them to safety.  There is a marked difference between the skill and attitude of regular boaters to the inexperienced holiday maker; and at times I feared for my life as boats came close.  So glad I pin my keep net to the bank.

To my right Lee T is doing well for Thatchers, not racing away but steady, as always Gary Etheridge is doing well with a good hybrid and several smaller ones. 

To my left two pegs a long a young lad master Kirk has had a dog Perch around 2lb and end peg Mr Scott is doing well in between his battles with boaters.  Behind me the towpath is manic.  Dogs trying to eat my sandwiches, or ground bait, knocking over my worm bag etc.  Funny how it’s always the fisherman’s fault for being there!!! 

Despite laying kit parallel to the bank in in most cases above water, still I did lose my cupping kit to an over enthusiastic fat Spaniel who had interpreted it as a hurdle to jump over into the canal, which he made, but then crushed as he clambered out of the canal again back to an owner who grunted “sorry mate” but you shouldn’t block a public path!!  I got off my platform to explain the difference between stuff across the patch and kit parallel to the waters edge, but he didn’t understand English or at least my blue version of it.

The day continued, I started to acquire an Englishman’s shirt sleeve tan or at least cooked Lobster colour and all in all it wasn’t too bad.  Tow path chatter was the majority were no different to me and half a dozen blokes were stretching away.  So head down concentrate keep rotating the swim and work at it.  I did consider, in fact did change my lighter rigs as the power of the tow was such.  However it made not a jot of difference with the more steady rigs were still being pulled all over the place by surface and sub surface detritus.

Even in the shallows where some big fish were bulging the surface the rigs were constantly tangled on brambles and ripped up weed and rushes.  Someone had been fishing for Carp I assume as I found this on the towpath on arrival. A 35 gram method feeder.

 I did hook what I thought was a carrier bag at one point as it pulled in with that corkscrewing acting of an inflated or water filled bag.  Imagine my surprise when my rig surfaced and the 18 hook was nicked through the very fleshy tip of the dorsal fin.  A bream of between 4 and 5 lbs.   I didn’t really have any control as it dived again and lumbered around the track like a cave troll.  I did it least get it down to the top kit and as I was unshipping the hook pulled and the rig flew past my face.  Argh the beauty of foul hooked fish swimming through your shallow rigs. With hindsight it would have given the team some amazing points, but I defy any of my team to have done it better, and got it in on 3 elastic.

Some of the tow path scenery was nice but distracting ...

And I will say that as much as I admire those out exercising and getting fresh air, ladies some of you (not the lady above) just should not wear Lycra!  Still at my age I am glad of a peak at untanned flesh and the promise of boobs that will stay in place after the bra comes off.

The match came to an end after yet another double boating and I will say to my fellow competitors’ , please shout it loud , years of Marillion, Genesis and Pink Floyd concerts, playing my Walkman and IPOD too loud have seriously affected my hearing.

So to the scores, and back to the club for a welcome drink / cheese and onion rolls.

So it was mid section blue for me 13 points and a steady start and not a bad 4 lb 1 oz net of smallish fish.  Hard luck Marc Kay (peg 15) didn't get that guaranteed point!

 

D section the place to be Kings Arms at Hilperton to the Pile by 25 teams of four and the latter section was the place to draw providing 5 out of the top 6.Well done to my fellow squad members in particular Nick King for winning the match and Browning Andover Match Group Red

Nick front and center

Well done Garbolino Blackmore Vale for winning the team event and my fellow BAMG Red team as runners up

Journey home was nice and the promised drop in temperatures already kicking in.  Arrived home to a disgruntled wife, who told me your dinners in the dogs, it was ruined anyway by the lateness of arrival and she flounced off to have a candle decorated bubble bath.

Hate to tell time has nothing to do with the crap meal, she just can’t cook; and I am too much of a coward to tell her.

See you next week, should be good Jolly boys day out to Shearwater on Thursday and filling in for Pewsey on the Wx Summer League Sunday.