This is the first I ever fished here, so I don't know nothin' about how to catch the carp or tench.
This is where I fished.
My uncle Cyril, he always says to me,
"Rocky. If ya wanna catch fish - ya gotta obsoyve ". So that's what I'm doin' - obsoyvin'. Trouble is, I don't see nothin' but I spod out some corn, pellets, and boilies anyway.
Man! Those boilies! They taste just great! Too bad I gotta give 'em to the fish!
Hey! Who's this comin' in ta roost?.................. It's starlin's, thousands of them! They're eatin' the seeds off the reeds.
Hey you! Get outta here! You're scarin' the fish! Quit that squarkin', you're hurtin' my ears! There's folks tryin' ta fish here! Aw............ what the heck.
Ok. So the fish ain't bitin', that's cool. So I had the odd can or three to chill out. Next thin' I know - I'm asleep in the grass! Wake me if I get a bite...................
There' nothin' doin'. I don't see no fish an' I ain't had no bites. I bed down an' get some shut-eye.
It's 3 a.m. and I wake up - my heads on the ground an' my feet are in the air! The friggin' bed's collapsed!
I see the problem - the frame's busted! Sheared in two! Will ya look at dat! No fish, no bites, a busted bed.
I sure love fishin'!............see ya again
