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Thursday, 16 September 2010

What no fish?!...

Unfortunately i didn't manage to get out with a rod last weekend, well kind of lol! I did however attend the excellent Frampton country fair on Sunday where upon i entered the Flycasting competition they had running, but more on that later....

It was a great Fair with plenty going on what with the dogs, falcons, pigs, cows, more dogs, horses, owls, pasties, pimms and poultry, plus one or two more dogs! The weather was fantastic with most folk catching the sun more than they'd intended and the atmosphere alive with all the fun of the fair...

One of the first events in the main ring was the flying of a Peregrine above our heads, i've seen them in the wild stooping onto pigeons but to see one so closely was a real treat. Along with the Falcon various owls gave an aerobatic display for the crowd who oohhhh'd and aahhhhh'd in delight as the feathered fighter pilots showed why they rule the air, silently...


We wandered from tent to tent to stall enjoying the variety of entertainment, although i did waste three quid trying to get a ball into the milk churn to win an over sized cuddly cow! The various animals on display drew crowds, the Alpaca's proving very popular but surprisingly not as popular as the Piglets, who grunted around their pens fighting each to get to mother pigs milk to a soundtrack of young and old giggling at their antics.




Away from the livestock there was the tent that housed some of the birds of prey that were earlier flown for the crowds, and although it was tricky to get standing room to see them i managed a couple of quick snaps between punter's heads...



I came across the flycasting competition as we strolled alongside the lake, i asked of the rules, 5 rings sat on the water, starting on the left the fly(a booby) was to be cast into each ring moving to the right, on placing the fly in the fifth ring the caster was to start again from the first and so on until he'd scored as many as he could in 2 minutes. £1 entry changed hands, the form filled out before i waited for my turn. I must admit to feeling quietly confident after watching the two casters before me, there was some water whipping going on and not much i the way of scoring! Time up, he'd scored six! I said hello to the stopwatch guy and the "ring counter" as i was past the rod, a greys grxi 5/6. I had a quick swish and found it a little slower than my own wand of choice in similar weight. The watch started and i cast, all to soon it stopped again, ten was my score, four more than the guy before me so i didn't feel too bad even though i knew I'd not cast to the best of my ability. I handed my form in and asked the guy what the top score was? sixteen he replied! Hmmmm, perhaps I'd return before the final whistle...

We wandered around a little more, stopped for a drink and some food, sat in the sun and watched the excellent casting demonstration and enjoyed the sights and sounds. We passed by my friends at Rawson and Perrin who's stall was attracting considerable attention, and grubbed around in some secondhand tackle in one of the other of the tents where i spent a pound or two on a small surface plug that caught my eye. The Otters were enjoying the lower temperature as we headed further away from midday as ran around their run dipping in and out of their cow drink swimming pool, hounding their keeper for food from the cooler box...


Time rolled on and we eventually found ourselves near the casting competition once more, "sixteen still winning?", "Yep" replied the stopwatch guy, "go on then, one more go" i said as i traded my pound for another entry form. I stepped up hoping to do better than my first try, and decided not to rush but rather make every cast a good one, well nearly every one! "time's up!" I'd scored twenty two!!! After much back patting and grinning i handed my form in and celebrated with a drink in the beer tent. The next hour went without anyone beating my score, or the sixteen in second place for that matter! My prize arrived in the post today, £55 in vouchers to be spent in the local tackle shop, i might just have to pop in tomorrow morning and see what catches my eye...


Hope to be on the river on Saturday, the last of the summer sport?...

Cheers,


Graham

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