In reply to Post #1000
Absolutely brilliant reading these pieces, pete your a legend
My favourite memory in 30odd years of years of fishing was when me and my best mate (then age 10) used to fish some ponds about 5 miles outside blackpool. I would climb over his back gate and throw stones at his bedroom window at 5am to wake him up then he would borrow his dads pushbike tie his fibre glass rod to the frame and fill his spar carrier bag with his intrepid black prince reel (legendary) a couple of floats,jam butties, maggots etc and then we were off. About 2 miles down the road my swinging carrier bag got caught in the front wheel of my bike and i went flying over the handlebar my maggot box had opened and maggots were all over the place so we were tryting gather the little wrigglys back into the tub although all my mate could do was at me flying off my bike as he was behind. Anyway eventually we got to the pond which in them days most could be fished by anyone and got fishing. After an hour or so of catching lots of tiny roach and perch we went over to another pond in the same field that had some decent crewies and tench in we both left our bikes at the other pond which wasnt far away. When we returned after a while my mates dads bike had been run over by a tractor or something and the front wheel was proper buckled and all i can remember him saying over & over was " my dads gonna kick **** out of me, he needs it to get to work" Well i was in bits all the way home and fair play to his dad (god bless ya ) he saw the funny side too after a lot of explaining. We are still best mates and still fish together now.