Doctor Kibble
The River Monsters Of Spain 1999
You Wait For One Bus, Then Two Come Along At Once
Wels Catfish 153Lbs & 136Lbs, caught about thirty yards away from an island in the middle of the river. Fishing with baits on the surface, not on the bottom. I fished near this island because Wels catfish attack when they hear certain noises. One being frogs croaking loudly, and the other being baby birds screeching loudly. The Wels catfish is hoping one falls out of a tree.
Wels Catfish trying to catch pigeons.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwlJO789k-A
When I was a kid I had very long hair Then I had it all cropped off. Then I grew it long again. Now I shave it down to the bone every day. Someone recently said to me I should grow it long again. There's no chance of that. If you check this photo out above from 1999. That's three days hair growth there, without shaving my head. None now grows in the centre though....Lol
I hated School though. I use to just dream all the time about playing football, and going fishing. I would of liked to of learnt Geography, but the teachers that taught it at my school hadn't been anywhere themselves. They were boring gits. I liked art if I was allowed to draw what I liked, but some teachers didn't regard my art as art. Some thought, some of it was pornographic. Have they never ever seen them naked statues in museums.
When I was in senior school, a Comprehensive. My class was all given some homework once. You had to predict the future. I wrote that the Berlin wall would come down one day. Some countries would break away from USSR. There would be a black leader in South Africa, though I had never considered it ever being Nelson Mandela. There would be peace in Ireland, and Liam Brady would unfortunately leave Arsenal one day, to play for another football team abroad.
Now if there is any young people reading this I'm not a predictionist. (Is that a real word). There was other things that I had said that haven't happened yet. Though I was made to stand up in front of the class. While my teacher read out my predictions loudly laughing his head off, and trying to humiliate me with snidely comments. I've always said in more recent years to me mum, if I meet that teacher ever on the streets. I will kick him right between the legs hard.
WHAT DID HE EVER PREDICT A!
Future predictions I don't really have any. My old mate Irish John getting the first round of drinks in a pub would be a miracle. There's more chance of seeing the good Pope himself taking up Morris dancing.
Though if I was to of listened to some of my school history teachers. I would not talk to people from Germany, Japan, and Argentina. Which would be a bit difficult because one of my best friends is half German. Also I have Flickr friends from those countries.
As for the two catfish above. Well you can sometimes wait ages to get one run, then you hook one. Your arms and muscles feel like they are going to explode. You eventually get the beating of it, and just as your putting a soft safety string through it's mouth and gills, after unhooking such a monster size fish. So it can rest up in the margins under the shade of a tree. Your other fishing rod springs violently into action, and you have to do it all over again. This time with an even bigger catfish.
This is what actually happened. Though I came up with the idea. If halfway through the battle. I sit on my backside on the ground. The catfish wont be able to throw me about so much. Bad idea, all it did was start to drag me towards the river water, because the muddy ground was to slippery from recent flooding. Leaving my friend Dinger having to grab the back of my shirt collar, preventing me being dragged down stream, because I had become locked in a tug of war. It was like being pulled along by a car. At one point Dinger was holding onto my shirt collar so tight I thought my shirt was going to rip off of me, or he would accidentally strangle me.
The River Monsters Of Spain 1999
You Wait For One Bus, Then Two Come Along At Once
Wels Catfish 153Lbs & 136Lbs, caught about thirty yards away from an island in the middle of the river. Fishing with baits on the surface, not on the bottom. I fished near this island because Wels catfish attack when they hear certain noises. One being frogs croaking loudly, and the other being baby birds screeching loudly. The Wels catfish is hoping one falls out of a tree.
Wels Catfish trying to catch pigeons.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwlJO789k-A
When I was a kid I had very long hair Then I had it all cropped off. Then I grew it long again. Now I shave it down to the bone every day. Someone recently said to me I should grow it long again. There's no chance of that. If you check this photo out above from 1999. That's three days hair growth there, without shaving my head. None now grows in the centre though....Lol
I hated School though. I use to just dream all the time about playing football, and going fishing. I would of liked to of learnt Geography, but the teachers that taught it at my school hadn't been anywhere themselves. They were boring gits. I liked art if I was allowed to draw what I liked, but some teachers didn't regard my art as art. Some thought, some of it was pornographic. Have they never ever seen them naked statues in museums.
When I was in senior school, a Comprehensive. My class was all given some homework once. You had to predict the future. I wrote that the Berlin wall would come down one day. Some countries would break away from USSR. There would be a black leader in South Africa, though I had never considered it ever being Nelson Mandela. There would be peace in Ireland, and Liam Brady would unfortunately leave Arsenal one day, to play for another football team abroad.
Now if there is any young people reading this I'm not a predictionist. (Is that a real word). There was other things that I had said that haven't happened yet. Though I was made to stand up in front of the class. While my teacher read out my predictions loudly laughing his head off, and trying to humiliate me with snidely comments. I've always said in more recent years to me mum, if I meet that teacher ever on the streets. I will kick him right between the legs hard.
WHAT DID HE EVER PREDICT A!
Future predictions I don't really have any. My old mate Irish John getting the first round of drinks in a pub would be a miracle. There's more chance of seeing the good Pope himself taking up Morris dancing.
Though if I was to of listened to some of my school history teachers. I would not talk to people from Germany, Japan, and Argentina. Which would be a bit difficult because one of my best friends is half German. Also I have Flickr friends from those countries.
As for the two catfish above. Well you can sometimes wait ages to get one run, then you hook one. Your arms and muscles feel like they are going to explode. You eventually get the beating of it, and just as your putting a soft safety string through it's mouth and gills, after unhooking such a monster size fish. So it can rest up in the margins under the shade of a tree. Your other fishing rod springs violently into action, and you have to do it all over again. This time with an even bigger catfish.
This is what actually happened. Though I came up with the idea. If halfway through the battle. I sit on my backside on the ground. The catfish wont be able to throw me about so much. Bad idea, all it did was start to drag me towards the river water, because the muddy ground was to slippery from recent flooding. Leaving my friend Dinger having to grab the back of my shirt collar, preventing me being dragged down stream, because I had become locked in a tug of war. It was like being pulled along by a car. At one point Dinger was holding onto my shirt collar so tight I thought my shirt was going to rip off of me, or he would accidentally strangle me.