A Sunday in 1967 - "The Cart Horse in The Donkey Field" - A True Story by Mike Jones

After a bit of banter with Mike Jones at the last Coffin Dodgers Match I teased him about the story of the Horse that ate his GB. The reason I knew about this was because I worked in the same company as Les Evans whom I use to meet up with at his Milling Machine every Monday morning to discuss the weekends fishing and on a Monday during 1967 he mentioned some of the following story now re-told in detail by Mike Jones (pictured right picking up more coin on the national match scene in 1968) in his own words.

"During the foot & mouth outbreak in the late sixties all fishing on agricultural land was stopped, all club waters were closed. After several weeks of no fishing a small group of us discovered that the donkey field at Rotork was a public footpath and could be fished.
The following Saturday a small group of us met to have a sweepstake.
The match started and for a while we were all catching quite well when the resident very large cart horse came along and started to eat my ground bait, casters, food and all the grass around me, and being a wimp I didn't argue with a horse the size of a steam train. he then moved up to Malcolm Murfet who was in the next peg and did exactly the same.
Next peg was the late Mike Roussell, now Mike who was not known for being over generous, patted the horse on the nose and said f**k off Dobbin.
Dobbin did not like this and as a wise old carthorse knew exactly what Mike was saying. In a flash Dobbin put his head in the small of Mikes back, flicked his head and Mike was in under the water in the river. Now Mike was 17 stones and flew into the water like a rag doll. After much mirth we dragged Mike out of the river, Dobbin had a good s**t in his peg and wandered off.

True story."

Too good a story to leave in the comments section of my blog.