It's a thin line that seperates an Angler from a madman standing on the beach in january at midnight in -5 degrees with a northerly wind blowing in your face
Defo a coalfish....we had a national final fished at Blyth beach a few years back won with someone catching a bag full of whitings....I was six pegs up and had loads of undersized coalies which it turns out were what the southerners were calling whiteys....was unbelievable that anglers representing their region couldnt identify a common fish!.
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