Pewsey - Lake Match another pound bites the dust

Not many weekends to go this year.  The wife sleepily asked me to stay in bed and not go fishing; and got the hump when I said no.  Even a cup of tea delivered to the bedroom didn't seem to melt the ice.  Still I suppose I would get the hump if I had been rejected by a sex god!!

Jumped into the flyer turned on the Tunes and it was Madness.   No not madness to go fishing; but Madness singing "My Girls mad at me", I hoped I could go "one step beyond" and win today.  As long as its not an "Embarrassment"

The weak December sunshine crept over the horizon to greet a motley crew of smokers coughs flu like chesty coughs and all the aches and pains and groans that come with a bunch of middle aged men. Spanners looked rough with flu, but as we has challenged each other by text to go a pound he had turned up.  Funny how the pound side bets mean more than winning, championship points or anything else.

The tap water clear pond was grumbled over as people looked forward to a day scratching.  I was first to arrive and found a beautiful Heron stood on Peg 1 with a tiny Roach across its beak.  Expectation can vary and I hoped the gloomy outlook would be overshadowed and actually we would all catch and enjoy the day.

I asked the Heron if I could have the Roach just in case; and if not, could he tell me what bait he used!  Instead the grey old fella took to the air and lumbered horizon-ward toward the morning sun.

Finally Jim had had his roll up and we started the 9 o'Clock draw.  Chris and Spanners drew End Pegs 5 and 15 respectively.  How do they do it. I had 9 for a change with Steve Hiscock to my left.

The Russian Trawler Brian Shutler was to my right, coming off the back of two pick ups in the last two matches.  Brian is a good angler and deserves what he gets.  Doesn't matter what peg you draw you still got to catch em, and he does.

 Ten o Clock saw me not ready. A hasty cast whilst plumbing my waggler had put it in a tree opposite, tackling up again put me behind.  So it was  minutes in before I was dropping the rig over my ground bait line.  I had baited three swims, ground bait and squat, hemp and choppy and bread line.

I had  fish in the net before Brian had his first but it was a better stamp.  Brian mentioned something about being battered on both sides as Simon on his right was putting bites together.

 Simon Burden concentrating hard.  The match progressed slowly and everyone tried to scratch out a fish here and fish there.  Brian has just landed (yes landed using his net!) a nice perch, and that means he has probably over taken me.  Head down I plough on trying waggler and pole, not wanting to to try the feeder.  Bread had not got any of the expected bites.  Frustratingly the leaves and twigs pester my swim; and a little raft of leaves keeps moving back and forth over baited area.

I keep at it and by the end I think I have maybe a  pound and quarter.  Brian looks confident for two pound, especially with the Perch. Rumour has it old "end peg" had made the most of the tiddlers with his whip no doubt.  Sounded as if he had me - dammit another pound bites the dust, I already owe Si Irwin a quid.

Lifted my net out to see what I had.  My heart wished for 2.5 lb but it was more like 1 lb .12 oz.

I bet Chris on the other end peg has a carp, and Simon is bound to be challenging.  Chris comes along and asks what I have .  I reply 5 oz. You always say that you lying b*****d.

The scores are totted up:

End Peg Spanners takes first place the section and the silvers pool .  The Russian Trawler "Shutler" did just pip me with that Perch for second place and his section.  Yours truly is 3rd for the second Sunday in a row.  So its another days free fishing and 7 section points toward the Championship attempt.

Fair play to Spanners 75 fish for 3 lb on a tough day.  So I give him the "bird" and his pound coin.

Top three Me, Spanners and the Russian Trawler.

See you next week at Pewsey Wharf for the next round of the Championship.

Army Group 2 Christmas Fur and Feather

Day off today to fish the Army Fur and Feather at Witherington Farm.  Past years have seen us break 4 inches of ice and white stuff (snow not Peruvian Marching powder)  to fish the F and F, but not this year.

Just a grey December morning.  The IPOD was shuffling through the songs and rather poignantly that goddess Stevie Nicks sang soulfully about the trials of a Soldiers wife. Quickly followed by the "Young Rebel Set" singing about a soldier going of to war and Jumping into "the Lions Mouth".  Spookily this was followed by Miss Nicks again doing "Edge of Seventeen".

 It made me think of the Army Families this Christmas, young lads some only teenagers who will never come home or see another Christmas.

 Rather than focusing on the negative (cold miserable day on a commercial) it gave me a determination to enjoy the day with my Army colleagues; and be bloody grateful for the opportunity to share some happy moments with the these great lads.  After all it could be mine, and hopefully not their last Christmas.

The excellent Rachel and Glenn were churning out the Breakfasts and the Moody Clan were manning one of the best tackle shops around. Advice was being sought (from Dave Moody) even from the better anglers, which meant the Snake must be fishing tough.

I wolfed down my Breakfast and chatted to John Goddard amongst others.

 Our Chairman and all round good bloke Kev East, brought some order to the proceedings and did the match brief and started the draw.

A section was on the inner Snake, B section the flying pegs (permanent pegs in the 40's and 50's) and C section was Cyanide stretch.  An unfair name I have always thought there can be some good winter pegs, particular in the middle of the stretch.  Summertime they move to the ends more.  I sat and waited for the draw to near the end and see what was left.

I drew C section much to the delight of the people who wanted me to blank.  Turns out it was perm peg 18 not a bad peg. See below.

I decide to fish bread punch in the clearing water to my left squat across with maggot on the hook across to the corner.  If things got tough I would try the feeder across to the bridge, and possibly toward the end some soft pellet down the edge.  I had some good anglers in my section such as Mike Poolman, Si Irwin, Danny Jones, and Chris Perry.  So it would be hard to pick up today.  It would all be about where the Carp had shoaled up.  They shoal tight in winter.

The match started well, 6 oz Crucian first drop across followed by 4 Roach.  Then nothing for an hour.  Still no worries nobody I could see was catching, Si (Perm Peg 25 I think)was quite and out of view, but I figured the way Danny was looking to his left Si must be catching.  He would be determined not to lose 3 pound coins in a row.  Sorry 2, he had to pull out of the last match.

Mike Poolman got up for his customary walk around to warm and stretch a damaged spine.  He mentioned that the guys to his right were catching Carp and he had had one.  My heart sank. They will be packed tight and unlikely to come my way.  All I could do was try and beat the guys around me.  I could see Danny was catching a few but a couple of the new guys either side of me had not had much.

I really tried hard to catch, working hard making small incremental changes to my rigs, moving shot around coming of the bottom etc, going back on the bottom.  Punch had provided a bite less hour so I baited a new swim with a small amount of ground bait and a small tin of hemp.

Fishing two red squat on a 22 or a single pinkie. It was tough but I scratched out a weight.  The most fruitful bait was a pinkie cut down to about 2 mill fished over neat hemp area.  I would catch a few and then they would back off.  So I would move over the little ground baited area and catch a few more then move back when that dried up.  With five minutes to go Paul Lilley on my right who had fished the bomb all day caught a Carp.  We exchanged pleasantries, and I bemoaned the fact that I had grafted and he would probably beat me with one Fish!

My Bag. 43 fish.

The weigh in happened quickly,

 and the section sheets are below.

"A" section. Inner Snake

The Green biro makes it difficult to see, but clearly a few Carp Caught.  Browning's Mick Craddock takes the section with Pewseys Brian Shutler taking second.

B section the Fliers ( pegs in the 40s)

 Graham takes a quid of me. Kev East wins again with Neil Gaff pipping JD (Yoda - surprisingly he didn't try the Jedi Mind games on me today) out of the money for a change.

C Section cyanide stretch so called. (Perm pegs 8 through 27)

 Si takes his quid ( shit I haven't got it , will have to offer double or quits on the next Pewsey match). Managed to pip Mike Poolman and Danny, and Paul despite his Carp. Its MIDSECTIONBLUES AGAIN. CP has a creditable 3 kilo.  But its Glen, Gav and Si Ogden fishing in the tightly shoaled carp pegs who take the cash in our section.

 Gav with his 11 kilo Danny and Si stand by and admire. Well I think they are admiring, Danny looks a little too aroused!

 Si Ogden with his 23 Kilo.  50 pound plus on a Winters day, you think he would look happy wouldn't you?

 So its all back to the Cafe' for Chicken soup and a roll; and the results of this fun match.

Soup digested the results are given out .  Everyone gets a prize, which is good.  I have enjoyed the day with a good turn out of 33 anglers, its been a success I think.

Well done to top three. Kev East, Si Ogden and Graham Houghton.  Double red maggot or "dead maggot over micros appeared to be the winning combination.  So much for punch.

Back on the Pewsey Championship hunt this weekend, Merry Christmas to all serving Military and their families around the world.

Andover Charlies Lake Open.

Slate grey December skies greeted me as I headed east toward what should have been the morning sun.  Odd to be heading east to go fishing.  Last time I went Andover way was when my brother lived in Charlton on the edge of Andover in the early 90's.  Foxcotte and King Arthurs lakes (now Anton Lakes Nature reserve) were our choice then.

Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac blasted from the speakers and I hummed along to "Black Magic Woman" and "the Supernatural" toe tapping stuff. My brothers place looked over some watercress beds and just before he moved house; this was converted to a lake called Peril lake.  These days the lake is called Charlies; and I was sad to be pulling up to fish there without my brother.

The place has changed a little from my memory, with platforms now in place, an otter electric fence,  and the trees have grown considerably.  There is now a cafe and it was here where we had a little breakfast whilst we waited for the expected ten anglers to arrive.  Si and I had a side bet of a pound.

 Two of the Pewsey lads and one local, couldn't make it so we decided just to crack on.  As day light filtered through I kicked myself for not bringing bread.  The clearing water screamed a bread punch attack.  We drew; and once again Brian Shutler drew an end peg the favored peg 33."I'm gonna nic name you the flyer" I said "you never draw badly!".

Second favorite 32 was next and I found myself at the far end away from the favoured pegs but an end peg at least.

The lads lined up for start and the horses in the stables behind us,  neighed the "all in" at 10.30.  With Danny to my right and Si next to him it looked like a tough task to frame today.  Pete White a fellow Pewsey stalwart was next then a couple of local Andover lads.  The water was really clear and I was mad that I had left bread at home.  I went on the tip to start, to let the cupped in ground bait time to settle.

One tiny roach in the first half an hour.  Si and Danny were catching on the Waggler.  So I came in over a slightly deeper area (about 6.5 feet) and started fishing the pole.  I had fed two lines one ground bait and pinkie, and one caster over hemp and chopped worm.

One o'clock came and I started to get a few small roach.  A few over ground bait, and then nothing so across to the hemp line for a few more before that died. The keep net was getting a bashing from a 9 lb Pike, which was ramming the tiny silvers he could see.

Bigger fish were there, every know and then I would foul hook a lazy torpid old carp that would just cruise slowly away, not realising it was hooked.  In one instance I had a scale so big on the hook I could have weighed it in at a silver fish.  The Pike was now bothering both Danny and my swims.

Suddenly the elastic was stretching away, and at last I had a decent fish, not a carp but a lovely slab of a Bream around 3 lb.

 Si had just had a phone call, his little boy had fallen over and been taken to casualty.  He quickly packed away his kit under a barrage of comments of how he had lost his bottle and was on the run, worried that Gary was going to take a quid of him for the second match in a row.

I would have to be on the Columbian dancing dust, if I thought I was in good shape to win; but the guys were struggling and my slab, had me well in front with two hours to go.  Time dragged as I pulled together a few more bits in between the Pike feeding, with every know and then the elastic stretching away as the Pike took fish and hook length.

With an hour to go Brian on the flyer and the guy next to him (Martin Buckley) started to catch both having a carp.  With half an hour to go Brian had a good slab too, and Martin a skimmer of around 1 lb.  With Si gone Danny called the all out in the fading winter light, and I helped do the weigh in.

I thought I had around 5 lb with the slab making up 3 of that. Net below.

Brian finished top of the pops with 16 lb, 13 and half ounces.  So he takes the money for first and the silvers pot as well; from the flying peg.

I picked up for third which meant a free days fishing.  Glad I went, shame about the low turnout, but it was good fun on a cold day.  The weights went as expected and the further left you went of the flyer the smaller the weight except my net; which was boosted by the slab.

Army Fur and Feather Christmas match on Wednesday lets hope the snake lake at Withy has not got its Scrooge coat on.  See you there.

		Carp	Silver	Total
1	Brian Shutler	1.12	15.1.5	16.13.5
2	Martin Buckley	4.4.5	5.5	9.9.5
3	Gary Williams		5.5	5.5
4	Pete White		5.4	5.4
5	Chris Mayne		2.2	2.2
6	Danny Jones		1.6	1.6
7	Si Iwin			DN Weigh
8	Nick Farmer			DN FISH
9	Steve Hiscock			DN FISH
10	Chris Rushton			DN FISH

Pewsey Club - Back on the Straight and Narrow at Wilcot

On a downer mid week after the highs of last weeks Winter league title, so the enthusiasm was low however on the rise again today; and whilst not back to my normal gagging to fish mode. I was definitely more up for it than in Chippenham on Wednesday.

 Waiting for the draw on a cold Morning.

Back on Wilcot straight, always a chance of a bigger fish on this stretch, but that was balanced by the possibility of dry netting.  Last time I fished this stretch was the end of April and I came fourth (1 lb 13.5 oz) just behind Spanners (3rd) Kev Chubb (2nd) and Mike who had 1 lb 6 oz silvers and a bloody 3 lb Tench.

Looking back to Chris on Peg 13 Wilcot Village in the distance

That Tench has not been forgotten all season and Mike has constantly been reminded of it.  New members abound today with Brian Shutler, Si Burden and Danny Jones swelling the numbers.  This is great news for the club, the banter remains high and the friendly feel remains.  Though there is no doubt its going to make it harder to Championship points. I may regret it but have gone a quid with Si Irwin -sucker for punishment.  Question is where are the fish?  Section one back towards the village, or down in section 2 bottom end of Wilcot lane toward the Iron bridge.

I was on 14 and didn't like the look of it.  Featureless shallow and looking barren.  Couldn't see why Leo thought it would fish well but took his word for it that I stood a chance.  Si set up quick and came along for a chat, things were not going well.  Initially I had not listened at the draw and had set off to the wrong section!! Once I got to my peg, nothing was going right we only had an hour to set up and I spent to long setting my platform in the canal.  Then the zip jammed on my pole bag and I couldn't get my pole out.  So it was nice to chat with SI but the all in was called and I was not ready.

I need not have worried I had  all the time in the world.  In fact I had another two hours !!! Before I had my first bite.  Chris to my right had 7 fish in the net by then. But first bite on 2 mil punch resulted in a fish so I had avoided the ignomy of dry netting.

  I must be rank last, Roly to my left has his elastic well out, but I needn't have worried as it turned out to be a Tesco bag for life.  Chris shouted down that Tesco bags didn't count, only Marks and Spencer ones did!!  Si wanted to know if there was any shopping in it as he was cold and starving. 

As the temperature dropped,  the water was clearing and the shallows (15 inches deep) across had small fish pipping on the top.  Soon as I put a pole out the scattered, I set up a waggler with a 2 BB Stillwater blue float and pinged some pinkie across, perhaps the pole not over them they would feed. Another hour and a quarter passed before I had three more the same size one the smallest perch you have ever seen on twitched worm.  So I know had four fish for a massive 2 oz.  That was it;  I was getting a leaf or twig every cast or drop in the pole.

Three boats came through with 20 minutes to go and despite dropping in behind them I had bugger all.  I decide to come of the bottom again and shallowed of to around six inches of bottom down the track. Twitching almost jigging a pinkie the float sailed away, I lifted the rod into a pleasing curve and watched the line cut away left.  I reached for the bone dry landing net and slid it under a Perch which I estimated as pound.

The all out was called and it was clear our section had struggled.  The weigh in ensued and to my delight I had taken a quid from Si Irwin, undeserved but gratefully received.  Chris's good start and steady scratching of tiny fish saw him surely taking our section so it was really how the other end had fished to decide whether I had any or no Championship points.

Leo tots up the scores and its clearly the other section was where the fish had shoaled up.

Golden Bollocks, Spanners has drawn another end peg and makes it pay with a terrific 5 lb 11 oz.  The other two protagonists that make up the top three in the Championship, Si B and Paul Giddings take second and third respectively.  With every other angler in the section getting respectable 2 lb + weights.  Danny takes section by default in his first club match well done Danny.

Back in the real world section 2 could not compare.  Chris had taken first with 1 lb 8 oz. Well done Captain.

Another new guy (Paul Mallone) I think; at least I not seen him before had 1 lb 2 oz had second with Kev Chubb and I sharing third with a pound. Thank god for Perch. 5 Championship points I think not good enough but not a dry net small blessings.  So the usual subjects increase their lead and take the money.  Well done lads.

Left to Right Danny Jones and Chris section winners. With Top Three Si Burden Spanners and Paul Giddings top three.

Army 2 Chips are down again at Chippenham Avon.

Early start again to go across the plain through Devizes and onto Chipenham.  As normal, we met at the Wetherspoons on the bridge over the Avon.  Carl pegged yesterday and double checked this morning , so I collected fees and pools.  I drew A11, which was in the park up from town on the way to the Golf course.

The swim looked good 9 foot deep, at my feet, 12 foot down the track, shallowing up to 5 feet on far side.  The water was 5 degrees and clear in the edge.  The match started and I had a small roach first drop. Having ground baited with casters and hemp and a little squat. I was hoping for a good day.

A local angler squatted behind me and told me he had drawn my swim two weekends running.  I asked how he had fished it.  He said caster over hemp, he told me I was fishing the right line and that the pegs down stream would do better especially by the bridge (A5 , A6).  Finally he gave me the terrific news that my swim would fish well for an hour and then die!!!!!!!!!  If it goes well you will get 2.5 lb if bad it would be ounces.  Cheers I said.

Well he wasn't far out, after 20 minutes with only one bite I scaled down to a 22 and a pinkie, an got another bite.  The river sluice was automated and the fish fed better when it was running off.  I did catch for the first 1 hr 20 minutes. Then nothing for the rest of the match.  Nige came to weigh me in Rob to my left had blanked, the scales registered exactly 1 kilo (2.2 lb) but after shaking the water off, Nige gave me 0.990 grams tight git. So I guess the local guy was bang on.

I followed the scales down a few pegs, people like Jimmy Bond didn't have much more than me , but what they did have was a bonus roach or two.  All my fish were small just needed a bonus Perch or Roach but it wasn't to be.  Midsectionblues with 4 team points.

B Section The low weights continued on the pegs above me in this section. Until you got to the favored golf course end, with fellow Orphan Carl Amman picking up 3 team points.  Yoda (JD) and Mike Poolman proving their pedigree on this water.

C section was better still with Brian Shutler picking up 3 kilo +Kev East  maintaining his good start to the year 3 kilo+.  Fellow Dave Critcher 1.160 kilo and 4 points for the team.  Ivan Oakey weighing in a stonking 5 kilo 750 well done Ivan a cracking weight from Riverside Drive.

Nomads are flying with a team 3 point Total.

Ivan wins it, Dave Griffiths 2nd and Yoda 3rd. Weird sort of day, didn't feel like it much, the cold rain and hail dampened it further.

Still Fur and Feather to come in December.  Must book in.

Pewsey Winter League - tight as a ducks ass

What a day.  Van wouldn't start!!! Too heavy to push with all the kit in, but with a superhuman effort (I am so muscular) managed to get it on to my drive slope.  Thought I would role it out of the way and transfer kit to my car. Who says you cant bump a diesel, as I picked up speed I dropped the clutch and she chugged in to life.  Rev the shit out of her and the black smoke billowed into the dank morning air.

Draw was earlier today so barely time for a bacon butty and cold tea.  There was nervous tension among the lads, and the confidence that we were going to over haul Radcot and ISIS, was not so strong. We were third going in to the match Radcot top 97 points, Isis 2nd on 96 and P1 third on 95.  Chris did the draw, and we had peg 4.  Me personally C Section in the boats. Off the Wharf.

 Boats have never been good for me.  Those that follow the blog will note our club match a few weeks ago where the boat in front of me moved and destroyed my swim.  Today it looked peaceful enough - see below.

Smoke coming from the Chimney gave me hope that the water temp would be a couple of degrees higher tight to the boat. Individual scores showed me hanging in there with 15 points In fact with 19 points in first place, I could mathematically go for the individual crown.  That is until the beginning of the match drew near.  I was really nervous, tangling rigs snapping line etc.  At one point I swung a rig plus plummet into the track to gauge the depth and the 6 oz line snapped and whole bleeding lot disapeared out of site.  Time to get up and walk away, calm down and focus.  Isis to my right and Radcot some distance to my left.  It turns out that the entire Pewsey boat community decided to pick today to shout and ball, and stomp up and down the far side, start their engines etc.  On the whistle, the boat opposite me decided to empty the contents of the shower and breakfast sink etc into my swim.  Oh No not again it cant be, nobody can be that unlucky.

 Yes they can the entire swim filled with soap scum and a milky substance, probably killing any oxygen I had.  I decided to go long to the bow of the boat in between the two boats opposite. Then the guy on the next boat starts walking about above my swim and sweeping all the leaves and branches onto my float.

Excuse me says I.  I am trying to fish here, and have paid money etc to do so.  I would appreciate a bit of consideration could you sweep it on to the path and not in to the canal!

At which point he started tell me I shouldn't be fishing by the boats, bye laws state no fishing by the boats.

I don't want to get into a conflict, says I just trying to get some consideration.  Well says he better tell you then that I will be moving in a minute, and a while after that I will be moving back in.

Great lightning does strike twice and that is the end of my day.  Oh woe is me, how can life be so cruel.  The worst feeling descended on me as I realised I was going to blow out and let the lads down.  I was gutted.  He seemed to enjoy making as much noise as possible after that until eventually he did move and completely destroyed my swim and those to my right.  Isis Guy to my right Phil Rice did have fish in the net but I was blanking.  Steve Dean was up to around 6 or 8 ounces so he was doing well for Pew 2.  Go Stevie if I cant catch you need to shoulder the weight and knock back Isis and Radcot.

 Bank runners Leo, Jim and Pete White sympathised and passed on the news that it was as tight as a ducks ass in the other sections.  I tried everything to get a bite.  Off the bottom, down the track, laying on, far side shallow, squat, pinkie, punch and even twitching a worm along the bottom to entice a Perch.  Which did result in a suicidal 2 oz Perch, hurrah of the mark and not blanking.

Punch bought two more roach and I was up to about 3 ounces.  Then the idiot with the boat came back.  What a plank, not wanting to go and turn around he was reversing the entire length of the canal, bumping into boats, completely out of control. Ruining everyone's swim.

 At one point he had the back end of his boat in his spot and the front (bow) right across the canal sideways, what a twat.  He had completely mullered mine and every ones swim to the right.  Problem was I had 3 oz Isis had about six, and whilst neither of us caught for the next three hours I need to overhaul him. Radcot Guy to my left some way down was on a pound + apparently.  C'mon Steve beat the Isis guy.  I was beside myself anything for a fish, please god smile on me.

One good thing all the boaters had gone home or packed up, and for the last 20 minutes peace reigned. I pinged squat against the boat opposite and slid my rig in tight, so tight you couldn't get a fag paper between the boat and my rig.  In failing light the rig slid away and I had a roach back again quickly and another.  Phil (Isis) was now panicking, and said your catching me know.  One more fish before the whistle.  I was distraught, oh know I have completely let down the lads, how can I face them.

I piled the stuff up the bank and pulled the platform out of the clinging blue clay mud.  I don't think I have felt so low in such a long time.   Back to the French Horn and nervous laughter , beer and bags of crisps. Tales of "if only" and bloody boaters were exchanged whilst the scores were totted up.

Above both the teams well almost couple of people not in frame.  Good to get both teams in, well done Pewsey 2 and 1 everyone has contributed throughout this competition.  A real club effort.  No sponsorship here, reminded me a little of the old Ushers league.  Can you remember that?

Brian Shutler wins section for P2 with Mike Marsden picking up 4 points.  Radcot and Isis lagging

James Carty and Si Irwin P1 and 2 respectively tying for 2nd with 2 lb 1 oz.Radcot last and Isis struggling.

 My section amazingly the three fish in the last 5 minutes meaning I wasn't on 1 point for last, but tied on three points with Isis A and B.  Result, and thanks to my mate John Dewberry and Leo who I felt were on my shoulder saying fish as best you can till the bitter end.  Sadly Radcot won the section but well done Stevie Dean P2 for his 4 points and knocking back Isis further.

Paul Giddings takes the section for Isis, Radcot 2nd, and Kev Chubb only just behind for P1 in third.  Well done Martin almost got the Isis B.

Go Spanners a good 5 points and and Dave Hillier 3 points knocking Radcot back.

 Top weights from this section, including a bloody Gold fish would you believe. Yes a Goldfish on the canal whatever next. Radcot win here bad news but Chris and Si Burden do well.  Chris (Captain Fantastic) gets section by default.

 Well done Lee Pollard (Lechlade) individual winner of the comp.  But after much tension the scores are totted up for the team event. We have overhauled Isis and they are third and we amazingly are tied with Radcot on 119 points.  Rules are checked and we take it based on count back weight, having 10 lb + more over all the matches.
Yes get in there you beauty.

 Back to clubland matches next week.  Wilcot straight section.  Hope I don't get a boat. Ended up 11th with 18 points 6 points of the top place.  Well done to all the Pewsey boys