Funny Fishing 2
This story is about myself & my long time on and off fishing partner and best man at my wedding Ian Meatloaf Blud. It was a mid summers day and we decided to go Barbell fishing on the River Seven at Trimpley. We arrived at the river at about 9 a.m because one of us could not peel the mattress off his back at 5 a.m lazy git Mr Blud!!
The conditions were sunny about 22c and that was at 9o`clock, we found a couple of good pegs and we were fishing.
As the day went on Mr Blud was winging about wanting a number two, there was a steep embankment a few pegs up with a fair bit of cover from people on the other bank but that was it.
I noticed in the next field there were some ramblers coming towards us, when they got about 50yds away hidden by some trees.
So right Mr Blud get your ass down that embankment there is no one around HA HA !, off he stumbled down the embankment as he is quite a cumbersome creature.
Well he must have been in mid swing up came the ramblers about ten bodies in all, as soon as they were a few yards from him I asked him if had squeezed it out yet.
His reply was I’m nearly finished (but not in time) as the ramblers were looking down at a big and I mean big white ass with a rather embarrassed look on his face cussing and swearing at me HA HA! Imagine those poor people now ruined for life with the vision of the beast having a dump. One of them was concerned about his welfare and asked him if he was okay his reply was the two fingers salute and they all made a sharp exit, was it the smell or was it the sight of such a creature in its habitat?