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Met a fella on Blyth pier last night, he wandered up to me and me mate and asked if I had any pliers, I thought reel problems or he needed a tooth taking out. I had some pliers. He then produced a scabby whitey with a hook deepish down. I said I happened to have a disgorger (not a fucking clue how to use it like, me that is) and my mate expertly disgorged the thing. Anyway this old boy started cracking on to us. To cut a long story less long \"Someone caught a Marlin off Whitley bay beach last week\" he said, \"What a sailfish with a big pointy beak\" didn\'t phase the guy at all, apparently a Marlin was caught of Whitley Bay last week. I was thinking Bluefin Tuna off Ireland, Porgies off of St. Mary\'s and Dolphins all over the gaff, maybe. No way though. This chap went on to tell us about catching a fish in Scotland, \"A big Orange thing\" and the lad he was with told him to throw it straight into the sea as it\'s phlegm was poisonous and would kill you on contact. He pronounced the word phlegm as Fellum, not being fucking posh but that\'s how he did. Normally you believe the shite and lies fellow anglers tell you so it wasn\'t until a few minutes after he\'d nicked off that me and me pal looked at each other and fucking hit the floor, Marlin off Whitley Bay and Orange Phlegm death fish.
