It must have happened to most of us at some time but my most embarasinging moment ended up with me taking my annual bath in a late November, some 30+ years ago when fishing rivers were in vogue and car heaters were rubbish, I was on a club match at Mucky Meadows Bewdley and having pegged it out was able to advise the members that some of the pegs needed ropes to get down them and that the banks in places were dangerous, no problems then eveyone was aware draw made and off we go, my peg was on the flat well flatish just a gentle slope down to it, so my rope was loaned out to a fellow angler, first down was the creel remember them followed by the bait bag and last was the rod holdall, well not quite last as two steps down the slope i am impersonating Eddie the Eagle as i sped towards the river, no stopping me now just got to go with the flow straight into about six foot of water along with all my gear, well that saved wetting the obligatory brown crumb packed in brown paper bags those days, I eventually scrambled onto the bank after recovering my gear and proceeded to make my way back to the car an old Morris Minor with an heater that barely worked, saw plenty of jokes made at my expense, an hour or so later saw my boot socks dry and a very light weight waterproof suit was just about fit to wear along with an old jumper I am ready to set about bagging, did I? No not a bite was it cold? Yes, not my only bath whilst fishing but certainly the coldest.
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