polemaster

Fishing a John Smiths qualifier years ago on a lovely sunny day, pegged near the boards. The public were going about their business, cyclists, dog walkers, joggers, couples, kids, i think you get the picture, it was very busy.
Now the night before a trip to the local curry house was organised, followed by several slimline tonics!
Set up at my peg ready to go, and when i say go i mean go, Gandi had decided he was getting his revenge and a bad case of Deli Belly set in. Not many places to go around the banks in the middle of a park, had to run to my car drive round to the local pubs and hotels, now having visited several local toilets i began to get fed up with driving around Evesham like Mr Schumaker shouting were's the bog.
Now the at the time of this match the in thing to wear on the bank was the good old Stephens of Birmingham green all in one nylon waterproof suit, zips eveywhere, elasticated ankles and wrists, waterproof hood. I was desperate and new i wouldnt make it to any toilets, so had to risk it behind my car parked tight to the hedge, just about made it in time fighting to get the one piece suit off. Now at the end of the match during the weigh in, someone said to me can you smell dog S##t, and to be fair i had smelt s##t all day, but after several checks of shoes fishing luggage nothing was found, packed up loaded the car up, got in the car sat down, then suddenly my neck went slightly moist and sticky, yes i had S##T IN THE BLOODY HOOD OF MY ONE PIECE SUIT, oh and no i didnt qualify in the match.