....Drowning not waving......

Something happened to me today at fishing ....something that's never happened to me before.

At the end of the match I was putting my gear away and I knelt down to pick up a couple of fag ends. As I was getting up I put my hand down to push off the bank.....and either there was no bank there or it collapsed....and I fell in!!!!!!

Right in!

Right under!

At least six feet of water!

So deep I couldn't touch bottom!

I came up floating on my back......Gordon and Colin helped me out.....which wasn't easy as it was a sheer edge.

I had my phone and fags in my pockets.....we're still trying to dry out the phone. I had the prize money in my other pocket! I managed to keep my glasses on, don't know how.

I had to drive 30 miles back home in wet gear...it's all just been through the washer. I got into the shower and had a minor panic when I got a face full of water.

I think I swallowed some water as I've felt a bit queasy since I got home....and I definitely gave my right side ribs a whack as they're aching like hell.

It happens to all fishermen at some point....it's just the first time for me.

Haven't been out with D and B for a beer as I still feel a bit odd....but I'm ok....nothing broken....no permanent damage.

Next time....sod being a good citizen......I'll chuck my fag ends into the undergrowth!

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