I remember fishing off a boat off the Tyne about 1983, as we came in the mouth(OOER MISSUS!!) of the Tyne, something flew past my face, it was a mackerel trace and a six ounce lead, hit the lad next to me on the thigh, one of the hooks dug in, and the weight smashed thru the cabin window, still attatched to the screaming lads thigh.
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