From left - Turdster, me and Wattsy (modelling his wife's culottes)
Most of the fish were caught fairly close in, maybe 50-70 yards out, just the other side of a sand bar that was partially exposed at low water.
First blood to The Watts Dog
Turdster in extremely unusual sitting pose (and what's he got in his hand )?
We continued to catch regularly, all the way up to the top of the tide. Somehow, we were missing the majority of the bites, despite many of them being real rod rattlers. Wattsy Dog's tactics of pretty much ignoring the bites and winding in every quarter of hour seemed work the best and he ended up winner with over a dozen fish to his single rod.
As an aside, Turdster passed on a beaten and battered, but still functioning, Daiwa 9000C fixed spool reel to Wattsy today.
Not bad, over thirty years service and still going.
After dropping the lads off, I caught the end of a Joe Strummer tribute show on 6Music and ended up singing along to "White Man In Hammersmith Palais" with car radio volume cranked up to 11. A fitting way to end an enjoyable day