Sunday morning, Dougsden farted loudly; it was his way of waking the other two. In unison the intrepid warriors awoke from their slumber, stretched their aching muscles and announced their awakening with a chorus of equally loud farts. “Christ, that curry carried a lot of punch “said Hank as he rolled down a window. All three laughed as only children do at such juvenile behaviour.
Hank glanced at the sat nav, googled on his laptop and whelped, “We should be there this time to-morrow”. Rascal barked as though he understood the reason for Hanks excitement and was in agreement.
What arrangements have you made asked Dubbn. Hank looked at Dubbn and Dougsden sheepishly, “errrr, I kinda left in a hurry, but I have his mobile phone number, I’ll errr , I’ll give him a call later”
Dubbn, disappeared into back of the RV and could be heard rummaging around and talking to himself. Finally ne reappeared holding a thumb vice, some partridge hackles, a few hooks , wax, pearsalls orange silk and a scissors. Time to get in the mood he said as he inserted a hook in the jaws, “we will call this one a P&O roadie, Hank get these hackles ready”.
After a few aborted attempts and a few choice comments on Dougsden’s driving skills Dubbn carefully laid down a few wraps of thread, took the prepared hackle , tied it in and continued down forming the body , stopping at the barb and back towards the eye. That’s when the argument started, Hank preferred to stop at the point and was not afraid to say so, he solidly backed up his argument delving deep into history, throwing up famous names and famous books. Dubbn like a great boxer, counter punched, matching each blow with a few famous names of his own. Dougsden moaned , fearing his companions may come to blows such was the strength of their conviction in these matters, “ Lad’s , I prefer stopping half way down the body “ he said timidly, kinda Tummel style. “Tummel bloody style, you watch the road and we will tie the fly” said Hank. Work away you contrary old fart, said Dougsden laughing loudly, “but you won’t catch me fishing one of them monstrosities”.
Dubbn decided that distraction was the best method of sorting out a conflict, “ lads, do you think a little bit of dubbing at the thorax would give this P&O it's roadie style. Hank and Dougsden relaxed , nodding in agreement, the war was over, for now. Hares ear, opossum, rabbit, or squirrel, suggested Dubbn, “any preferences ladies.” . Hank, still annoyed over the body length, took the scissors, reached down and snipped some fur from Rascal, cut it into tiny pieces and placed it on Dubbn’s knee. “Take that you old vulture and tie up 3 of each body length, we will each fish a cast of three flies , with one of each body length, before this trip is over – AGREED ? ”. And so was born Rascal’s P&O Roadie. Well satisfied with his work, Dubbn laid the fly’s on the dashboard for all to admire. “Nice whistled Hank, not bad work for a washed up son of a mule”.
Dougsden stayed quiet for a while, then nonchalantly enquired, “Where’s the gold wire rib”.
TBC
