Originally Posted by
jocky
Now guys, here is a tale that will send tingles down your spines. This is a story for men only, the theme being fishing. I was standing in the river Dee on Royal Deeside up to my neck in waders and I got a tug, it had to be at least a fourteen pound salmon. I will repeat for effect a FOURTEEN POUND SALMON. The battle was on and the gloves were off. Promises were made and broken, Gods were invoked and deals with Lucifer were done , Faustus didn't have a look in, there was much sweating and swearing. Day turned to night, thunder, lightening the net was in my hand and, would you believe it , the line broke ? It leapt about six feet in the air and I am sure it winked at me as it made its way back up river. I am at present suing the fishing tackle shop for ruining my life. Match that :)