To be fair Sless, in those days we didn't have spinning rods, we had the heavy gear, adapted to guarantee losing loads of lures for little reward. I've been dragged under the rocks at Hairy Ness dozens of times when the spinner meant for the mackeral has been hit by a nodding dog.
Thinking about it, casting out with a scarboro, 60lb line, 7oz sinker and half a dozen feathers was the '70s equivelant of the chavs on SS pier, except for the word "duck"