kayos
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Well after our first ever blank on a charter boat on Saturday out of Hartlepool........which was only marginally eased by the fact that the other 10 anglers caught precisely 1 fish between them, we got up at 0450 this morning for the drive to Sunderland, with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
Headed out at 0700 to be greeted by a bit of a breeze and a relatively small swell. However it was very much colder than Saturday. As on our previous trip the Skipper, tried wreck after wreck and loads of hard ground, doing his best for his anglers. However like Saturday the fish were nowhere to be found. Just because were are on our holidays, doesn't mean the fish should have gone on theirs too! To make matters worse the afternoon saw a steady fall of rain and before long I couldn't see through my glasses due to the water and the bait gunge on them. When I did eventually get them cleaned I realised the daylight was not half as grey as I had thought!
As the day went on and we got colder and colder we wondered............ why are we here?... ..............We could have had a week in Benidorm for the same money................On second thoughts, we are probably better off where we are!
Late in the afternoon, our new pal Chris, realising how many leads we had lost gave us three, along with the phone number of Dusty Bin. Thank you. I searched my decimated tackle box and gave him a couple of scaby shads, as some kind of pathetic "return the favour" gesture .
With an hour to go, a fellow angler, Graham pulled in a pouting, then a codling, and that was the sum total of the day's catch. Congrats Graham, just a pity we didn't have a sweep !
If it had been a long faces contest, Lynn and I would have been first equal!
On the way in my mind wandered and here are the depressing statistics I came up with.
19 hours fishing over two days :
Fish caught - zip, zero, nil, nada
Bait used - 4 boxes squid, 2 packets mackerel fillets, 3 packets joeys
Miles driven - 53 (not counting 183 from Scotland)
LOST - 17 leads
LOST - 16 rigs
LOST - 3 shads
LOST - 100 yards of line after a first drop bird's nest this moring
I am cold, I am wet, my feet hurt, my arms hurt, my shoulders hurt, my pride hurts even more!
Oh and I almost forgot, one more thing I LOST........The will to live!!
Off to google "Non physical, indoor hobbies for the over fifties!"
Cheerio.
Headed out at 0700 to be greeted by a bit of a breeze and a relatively small swell. However it was very much colder than Saturday. As on our previous trip the Skipper, tried wreck after wreck and loads of hard ground, doing his best for his anglers. However like Saturday the fish were nowhere to be found. Just because were are on our holidays, doesn't mean the fish should have gone on theirs too! To make matters worse the afternoon saw a steady fall of rain and before long I couldn't see through my glasses due to the water and the bait gunge on them. When I did eventually get them cleaned I realised the daylight was not half as grey as I had thought!
As the day went on and we got colder and colder we wondered............ why are we here?... ..............We could have had a week in Benidorm for the same money................On second thoughts, we are probably better off where we are!
Late in the afternoon, our new pal Chris, realising how many leads we had lost gave us three, along with the phone number of Dusty Bin. Thank you. I searched my decimated tackle box and gave him a couple of scaby shads, as some kind of pathetic "return the favour" gesture .
With an hour to go, a fellow angler, Graham pulled in a pouting, then a codling, and that was the sum total of the day's catch. Congrats Graham, just a pity we didn't have a sweep !
If it had been a long faces contest, Lynn and I would have been first equal!
On the way in my mind wandered and here are the depressing statistics I came up with.
19 hours fishing over two days :
Fish caught - zip, zero, nil, nada
Bait used - 4 boxes squid, 2 packets mackerel fillets, 3 packets joeys
Miles driven - 53 (not counting 183 from Scotland)
LOST - 17 leads
LOST - 16 rigs
LOST - 3 shads
LOST - 100 yards of line after a first drop bird's nest this moring
I am cold, I am wet, my feet hurt, my arms hurt, my shoulders hurt, my pride hurts even more!
Oh and I almost forgot, one more thing I LOST........The will to live!!
Off to google "Non physical, indoor hobbies for the over fifties!"
Cheerio.
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