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Fished 12 til 3am in blizzard conditions at times in the hunt for an eelpout. V cold and windy. Got one of the little blighters in the first 10 mins dangling rag over the side on a light rod, a size 6 Wessex rig with a half oz bullet. Had loads of bites off small stuff, codlets, Coalies, crabs, and a 3 inch 5 bearded rockling. Lost that rig after an hour so called it a day and concentrated on the two grownup rods I had out with yellows/razor/rag/sandeels. Had a canny dab and a much better bite on yellows/sandeel that I failed to connect with. Didn't look like the violent sort of rattles you get from whiting or Coalies, more steady pulls pulling the top down a foot or so like a codling moving off with the bait. Will never know. Called it a day when the wind turned more northerly and couldn't keep it out my face.
most eventful part of the night was a visit from a complete prat wandering around smashed out of his head on drink and drugs, wearing a dripping wet shell suit clutching a can of lager looking for his mangy mongrel of a dog that had run away from him, probably for self preservation. For some reason he thought id be interested in the fishing trophy he had stuffed in his soggy pocket and his advice on bait. At one point he insisted he should have a chuck with my rod which I was setting up at the time. I'm a professional, me man, he said before I politely told him it wasn't set up. Anyway, he staggered off as I was beginning to think up my battle plan, and awaited his return. Fortunately for him, when he did return he was accompanied by his missus who was a bit more sober and she kept him out of my way. He probably doesn't realise how close he came to getting a fat lip, cos that was going to be my response to any attempt from him to touch my gear
Anyway mate, if you're reading this, since you've been a member of nesa since 2002, before all the numpties turned up as you put it, you are probably the biggest pillock I've met while fishing in the last 20 years, and if I hope you stay out of my way in future.
your dog was called moocher or something equally ridiculous, and if your having trouble remembering where you were last night and why your scruffy shell suit is soaked, you were on the walkway making a spectacle of yourself.
most eventful part of the night was a visit from a complete prat wandering around smashed out of his head on drink and drugs, wearing a dripping wet shell suit clutching a can of lager looking for his mangy mongrel of a dog that had run away from him, probably for self preservation. For some reason he thought id be interested in the fishing trophy he had stuffed in his soggy pocket and his advice on bait. At one point he insisted he should have a chuck with my rod which I was setting up at the time. I'm a professional, me man, he said before I politely told him it wasn't set up. Anyway, he staggered off as I was beginning to think up my battle plan, and awaited his return. Fortunately for him, when he did return he was accompanied by his missus who was a bit more sober and she kept him out of my way. He probably doesn't realise how close he came to getting a fat lip, cos that was going to be my response to any attempt from him to touch my gear
Anyway mate, if you're reading this, since you've been a member of nesa since 2002, before all the numpties turned up as you put it, you are probably the biggest pillock I've met while fishing in the last 20 years, and if I hope you stay out of my way in future.
your dog was called moocher or something equally ridiculous, and if your having trouble remembering where you were last night and why your scruffy shell suit is soaked, you were on the walkway making a spectacle of yourself.
hahahahaha
and take your rubbish home and dont be a meth
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