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September 2010 - A walk on the wild side

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As you can see both were effective, although I was especially impressed with the killers ability to wag its tail at a very slow speed. Once you get below about 3” with soft shads, the tails seem to become less flexible but it was not such an issue with this design. We had a few fish,- no monsters - but run of the mill canal zander and sport was steady if a little slow. With no float to watch, the lure angler has more opportunity to take in what is going on around him, and it goes without saying that the first sign of a mini skirt and black stockings tottering along the towpath in the distance was bound to cause heads to turn. Surreptitious glances confirmed that the distant vision was getting closer and heading our way. This is more like it I thought and Sharkey was clearly flicking regular glances in the same direction. Boys will be boys, eh?
Over the years canal towpaths have steered a lot of strange people in my direction while I have been fishing. I remember the Jehova’s witnesses that handed me a tract offering salvation in permanent sunlit uplands of heaven while we were stood in torrential rain and they were dressed in three piece suits and blue bin liners.
I have met policewomen chasing armed men dressed in camo  and a drunk with a bottle of meths in his hand once crawled past me on his hands and knees at 2 in the morning in the freezing fog when I was fishing for winter roach on the Thames.
As this vision in black stockings tottered closer though, a horrible sinking feeling came over me. Was that five o clock shadow I could see? No - worse than that it was a full beard!! Lolita appeared to be a garage mechanic on his day off.
I have to admit I was struck dumb and barely managed to mumble an “Alright mate?” as he wiggled past. The smile I got in return was a bit scary too, and I just didn’t  have the nerve to ask if I could take a picture for my blog so I sneaked this one as she went past. Sharkey didn’t appear as startled as I was but then he is from Nottingham where presumably this kind of thing is more common. I guess this was just one more little episode to show why life on the towpath is not as dull as you might suspect. Boys will be boys, eh? Er, well not necessarily they won’t, no. Isn’t life interesting?
I caught on them straight away just as I expected I would and I have been impressed enough to continue using them even after finishing the initial review.
You can never have enough pictures  and I needed some more images of them in use, preferably stuck in the jaws of zander perch and chub. I’ve not managed to show them to any chub yet but on this trip I managed to get the 2.5” version re-tested by both zander and perch, while Sharkey used the ever-faithful Kopyto versions as a comparison.
Travel light and see the world. That could be a neat label for the lure angler; somebody who can get his gear in his pocket and fly wherever he wishes for some sport. But equally it could describe the stay at home canal lure angler. He may still have his gear in his pocket, but the world comes to him.
After recently being asked to review and test lures for the Luretour website, I had received some Reno Killer soft shads from Lure world.
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