"Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger" is all I heard from Willo when I arrived at the oval. With the wind bellowing
across the oval in a southerly direction, it looked like a lousy day was ahead of us. Stinging rain squalls added to the dismal start.
With the turnout of 25 casters anticipating good tail winds the weather cleared just a dash to give an enjoyable morning. Due
to the conditions, I still congratulate the lads for bullseyes in the single handed (Mal Harris, Jim and Roy) and double handed
(Joe, Rhys and yours truly). Why even Rhys flashed a great big smile along with a punch skyward.
Without a true blue tail wind, Chas won the 112 gram with 177 metres and the artificial bait. Roy pinched the single handed
from me, so I rubbed it into him and trounced him for the double handed accuracy. Such was the pressure I fluffed up a distance
cast to allow him the joy of sharing the top honours for the day.
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