so me mate gives me a tinkle today at 3pm shouting on about the high tide and to get me arse into gear and meet him at tackle shop in redcar. He suggests we try south gare again as am blindly running me finger ends over the shrapnel left from inside me pockets. To this I reply, would love to bro but am skintypoos.
Being the canny mate that he is, in a bit of a whirlwind he manages to deposit 20 quid in me account so i can get petrol. I qickly scrawls a note for the bairn for when she got home from college, promisin pizza when I get back, and to the theme tune of miami vice, I find meself on automatic pilot up the A19.
Meets me mate at tackle shop and gets ourselfs good half pound of ragworm as we both felt we didnt have enough lasttime. Under closer inspection these buggers were the size of them things out of that tremmors film and so didnt realy have that many that was expected.
We gets to southgare and i reveal to me mate the new improved rod rest mark 2 complete with added shelving unit where we can stand our windy up torch, that i had been hammering and nailing together the night before resembling a second year school woodwork project. Me mate laughs, as I ramble on about going on dragons den with it, and helps me to clumbersumly drag it up to the end of the pier.
Few lads out this afternoon so all the good spots were taken. Ended up at the bit where I lost all me rigs but didnt put me off. we set up me woodwork project, doctored it with gaffer tape, and 2 minutes after me first cast caught meself a whitey. Again another on me second cast, and again on me third.... by this time me mate remindin me of how he's caught more fish than i ever have with him on previous excursions. Then me mate struck lucky and caught a codling and a couple fair sized whiteys which we kept. How I caught a crab i'll never know but me mate reluctantly aggreed to count that on our friendly banter score.
delighted i was wining 4-3, the ragworm were lookin a bit sorrowful and scarce in the tupaware box. we decides to call it a day as the sea was lookin pretty shallow at 8.30pm. We both pull our rigs in and there on the end of me mates rod was the tinyest flat fish i've ever seen. 4-4 he says proudly...aye call it a draw buddy!
canny trip out today... saw one bloke pull in a canny sized fish which looked to me in the twilight a bass?! but it could have been a large whity. bloke next to us pulled in a lobster!!!!!!!
so with bait of ragworm and macky,
5 whitys
1 codling
1 miniscule flatty
and a crab!
rigs lost = 4
good times!
thanks for the feed back on my last report.. well appreciated...
until the next time lads!
Being the canny mate that he is, in a bit of a whirlwind he manages to deposit 20 quid in me account so i can get petrol. I qickly scrawls a note for the bairn for when she got home from college, promisin pizza when I get back, and to the theme tune of miami vice, I find meself on automatic pilot up the A19.
Meets me mate at tackle shop and gets ourselfs good half pound of ragworm as we both felt we didnt have enough lasttime. Under closer inspection these buggers were the size of them things out of that tremmors film and so didnt realy have that many that was expected.
We gets to southgare and i reveal to me mate the new improved rod rest mark 2 complete with added shelving unit where we can stand our windy up torch, that i had been hammering and nailing together the night before resembling a second year school woodwork project. Me mate laughs, as I ramble on about going on dragons den with it, and helps me to clumbersumly drag it up to the end of the pier.
Few lads out this afternoon so all the good spots were taken. Ended up at the bit where I lost all me rigs but didnt put me off. we set up me woodwork project, doctored it with gaffer tape, and 2 minutes after me first cast caught meself a whitey. Again another on me second cast, and again on me third.... by this time me mate remindin me of how he's caught more fish than i ever have with him on previous excursions. Then me mate struck lucky and caught a codling and a couple fair sized whiteys which we kept. How I caught a crab i'll never know but me mate reluctantly aggreed to count that on our friendly banter score.
delighted i was wining 4-3, the ragworm were lookin a bit sorrowful and scarce in the tupaware box. we decides to call it a day as the sea was lookin pretty shallow at 8.30pm. We both pull our rigs in and there on the end of me mates rod was the tinyest flat fish i've ever seen. 4-4 he says proudly...aye call it a draw buddy!
canny trip out today... saw one bloke pull in a canny sized fish which looked to me in the twilight a bass?! but it could have been a large whity. bloke next to us pulled in a lobster!!!!!!!
so with bait of ragworm and macky,
5 whitys
1 codling
1 miniscule flatty
and a crab!
rigs lost = 4
good times!
thanks for the feed back on my last report.. well appreciated...
until the next time lads!
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