I used to troll quite often,till one day a most unfortunate occurance befell me.
it was late marchquite late in the day,i had been trolling all day with no luck at all,i had tried all my usuall haunts,not a movement.so i decided to try a new tactic,one that i had had recomended to me by an old sage of the mannor.i skinned a freshly shot goat and did drape it overmyself,catching a glimpse of my reflection in the water i was astonished at how lifelike the guise was with head an all and me on all fours.so off i headed to where i knew there would be some success.no sooner had i started to cross the bridge at stinkpot alley iheard a booming voice ,that ,to say the least startled me,comming from under the bridge" whoes that going clip clipity clop over my bridge?" well i knew streight away my ploy had worked and indeed there was a troll to shoot.
i raised my self on to my knees to look over the rail and get a bead on the troll,when ,unbeknownst to me ,the vicar Gabriell mohollan,had not tethered his most randy billy goat in the propper manner,i became ,well,well versed in the ways of the male goat.the ensuing struggle caused me to lose my grip on the rail causing me to fall in to the water,as i landed my shotgun discharged its self,in a manner akin to the goat,and i lost my left testicle.as i writhed in an undiscribable pain i saw the troll wading upstream and out of sight.
after some time i managed to claw myway up the steep lane ,i could hear last orders at the royal oak being called,near to passing out i heard what sounded not unlike a zip,campers perhaps?then i heard a soft but slightly inebriated welsh voice say words to the efect of "come to daddy my butie,come on sheepykins.............the rest is a blur and needles to say i havent been trolling since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
agapanthus
muntjac
i used to do one time ,,, i used sock fairies as bait .had a pair of hooks on my line . strange thing was i always found id loose one
