After 10 years of "near" perfect service, run ragged, rode upon by a few hairy arsed men holding rods aloft my trusty fishing boat finally gave up as a rogue overwintering rat had a part of my right gunwhale for dinner.
It took me 96 miles of driving and organise a couple days of angling for Rudd with my mate Chris to realise the hole that was there. Chris had himself made the journey over to the fens to sample some of the angling I and a few others have experienced over the last decade. Here are a few captures that have crossed the walls of my boat, it had done well.
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| A pic from a couple years back. |
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| PB Zander for me |
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| A good upper double pike |
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| Brian with a sparkling esox |
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| Ditto |
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| Brother Rich with a 13lb 3oz Zed! |
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| PB Rudd last summer, 3lb 0oz |
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| Hundreds of beauties like this. |
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| No pomp and circumstance, to the tip! |
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| Oh HELLO! Bigger, more spacious, my new boat! |
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