Its Saturday, its 6:30am and its 1 degrees outside. No matter, Matthew is fed, dressed and is packing the car ready for another weekend on the bank. This weekend’s venue was Puddledock Farm, Fishery. By 7am the car was unloaded and he was happily trundling along the gravel path, looking for a swim for the day.
Previous weekend’s have been rather quiet but Matthew was ever optimistic and was sure that today would be the day that he would improve on his PB.
I got a call at about 2pm and I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was calling with good news. ‘Dad, I’ve had three fish so far today yeh, 1 small one, 1 at about 11lb’er and….a new PB’. I was over the moon for him. ’16 pound one Dad, common, a new pb’.
He got home about 4pm, he was wet, he was cold but he was absolutely buzzing. After a hot chocolate and a shower we sat together and told me all about it, Matthew eagerly swiped through all the photo’s that he’d had taken of his new personal best. He was one happy chappy.!