Fd01
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Fished the Heugh, Hartlepool. 6:30am wake up, i thought "come on let's have a good 'un today". Stopped at the shop for a paper and refreshments, made some rigs while i read the sports pages, what a good way to start the day...i thought.
It was a disaster.
Got over the gate just fine, with two rods and a carryall. Stood at the end and sorted my first rod out, in went the bait. If you've never fished the Heugh before there's a metal 'structure' at the end which i placed my rod in as a kind of rest.
Whilst i'm messing on sorting the other rod out, i see a bite on the first rod and it came loose. I ran across just as the twine holding it in place snapped, and the whole rod was pulled over the side onto the next ledge. The line went slack, i jumped down and just before i grabbed it off it went into the drink, against the tide :mad2:
My favourite rod!!! I didn't see any seals kicking about and i was only using mackerel slithers as bait
I turned the air blue but thankfully i was the only one there so the immediate embarrassment was shared by myself only. I picked up my other rod, first cast...snagged on the kelp. WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?!?! The fishing God's were not my friend today, at all. It was my last weight too, i only had small weights for crab lines left.
So i trudged back, somehow got my finger caught jumping the barrier and took a big chunk out of it, then it rained. Who said fishing was fun??
I might sell my remaining rod, i've had enough.
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