Old timers

The embargo on Golden Pond had been lifted despite what the notice on the gate said and I'd had enough of painting BureBoi Villas. On to my Island Paradise, one rod and a new bag of the Source.Took a while for the fizzing to start, the much rescued and silt stained Puddle Chucker lifted and glided to the left hand lilies, tench like. Inexplicably I picked the rod up and started to reel in, not strike. Bugger. Curfew approaching, almost everything put away. Fresh patch of bubbles, standing now to cast and holding the rod. Movement, the float glides to right this time, more breamy. No mistakes with the strike this time. Like the Puddle Chucker this old friend minus it's pelvics and a strange deformity has been round the pond and in my stink net a few times. Two tone now with some lovely bronzing on it's hump. I fed it the Source off the push stop for it's troubles and slid it back into the warm waters of Golden Pond.