4 years ago a friend and I went fishing for Tench at a local harbour on a canal. When we got there we were welcomed by a large group of campers that set up all around the harbour. They had come from England to travel the length of the royal canal and take in the sites along the way. We set up our swim and by the time we had finished, all the campers were out on their chairs drinking tea and eating breakfast, all of them eager to see us catching something. They were all quiet as mice, some of them were obvious fishermen and knew that Tench are easily spooked. We continued to fish, catching some small Roach and Rudd but nothing substantial.
Then something happened that nobody could believe. The harbor is always populated with wild ducks that we always feed with bread. They are beautiful and a real welcome site to anyone relaxing on the bank. All of a sudden my float vanished and one of the ducks emerged with my hook in its peak! It pulled my rod right out of its stand and continued to fly up. In a panic, we both grabbed the rod and our biggest fear was that the duck would damaged itself. The campers were all on their feet, in shock. One guy actually said( you've caught a bloody duck mate)! I was able to grab the rod and I could do 2 things, Cut the line or retrieve it and remove the hook. I decided on retrieving, as I thought it best to remove the hook rather than leave it in his peak. So here I was, out for a relaxing day fishing with a flying duck on my line and around 50 people watching. We brought the duck in and removed the hook with the duck flapping like crazy. The hook was buried deep in his tongue and I got some really bad damage on my hand trying to remove it, but I did it! All to a massive applause and huge laughter!
We stopped fishing after that, but the campers gave us beer all day and we ended up getting really drunk with them! It was one of the most memorable days I have ever had on the bank. Even if at first I was so embarrassed after what had happened.