The continuing adventures of the Fluff Club, Episode 60*
“… as alert as a tree stump…”- Woody Allen The Fly Dressers Guild couldn’t hold its Spring Bank Competition in that season, due to that new ‘C’ word, but re-arranged it after lockdown, once again to be held at the excellent Elinor fishery. The Fluff Club’s tiny competition section entered the Professor, the Admiral, and the Inspector, with Whytee as sub, just in case. When I awoke, very early doors, I felt really crook with the second severe dose of a bad cold and cough. I thought about pulling out, but that’s not the team ethic, and the whole point of our entering competitions is for experience, so I drove the 143 miles, grimly, not at all looking forward to the return trip later. The competitors assembled, albeit fewer than usual; we could see nearly all the boats were already out and plenty of other anglers ranging the banks, but there was more than enough space for all. I expected it to be tough, what with a brand-new moon tonight and wind from the north-e...