I was shocked this week, not for the
first time I might say, when lying right next to one of the most
popular swims at Stanford End was a human turd! It was during a FAS
barbel teach-in when anglers new to barbel fishing attend, some who
have never caught a barbel and need an introduction to river fishing,
yet after seeing this it’s enough for them to avoid these popular
stretches at all cost. We all get caught short from time to time,
it’s unavoidable, yet dropping one in a swim and leaving it there
is inexcusable. What the hell was this angler thinking about? So if
it was you that dropped one in the Jungle last week, then shame on
you, you are a disgrace to all anglers.
Dog shit is something else I can’t
stand and once again it’s not the dog that’s to blame but the
owner. I often take my girlfriends parents dog for a walk around
Frensham Small Pond, a very popular venue with dog walkers and once
again was shocked at the number of tied plastic bags that were just
thrown in the hedges or tied to branches of trees! I heard of
Christmas trees but some tries can only be described as turd trees.
Once again, what the hell is the owner thinking? Does a National
Trust shit collector do a daily round, no, and if you are going to
take the trouble of placing it in a bag, then why don’t they take
it home and discard it in the right way.
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