Post by edger on Dec 30, 2016 23:29:58 GMT
Apparently, this most wretched, haggard, wizened, unkempt, unshaven and clearly over-worked of Santa's more aged little helpers enjoys a bit of Boxing Day Perch fishing. At a very secret and exclusive location, somewhere in the Arctic Circle, 3 stripped critters of a similar stamp were lured by the hi-tech approach of a float-fished Brandling. Only a biting hurricane prevents the water from becoming solid ice, I was reliably informed. All details via Cracker naturally.
Although, I'm also led to believe this particular Elf prefers the more traditional Arctic pass-time of Grayling fishing on his one day a year off. The uncooperative nature of the Arctic blast on this precious day, however, persuaded him that his understandably rusty skills were best employed in still(ish) water. Rather than attempt float control while trotting the typically brisk Arctic Grayling streams.
So there is indeed life after Cod, hope most had a good one too?