|View single post by wille jan|
|Posted: Mon Jan 7th, 2013 06:42 pm||
|Up with the peg and of we went, into the wind.... the look on fatboy s face when he realised we not going back, well lets just say he was a bit dissapointed.
Next stop on a good showing and we were in again with some 2kg Roman and basterman in the same class.
We stuck around for an hour or so before we pulled the pegg and went into the wind even more....By now Fatboy was getting a bit more uncomfortable..
Another pegg in and the same fish. I taged along a bag of bait that I used on the surf the day before and saw that there was some sand mussel ( complements of Trophy ) still in the bag.
BP looked at me funny, wistle I tried to convince him that cob just loves sand mussel.
Down they went and sure as chocklates Im in..
5 downs and 5 cob ( I was the only one catching cob )
I only smiled when I saw the empy shells fly overboard as each of the other guys also seached for a sand mussel in my bag, invain.
The sea was big by now, uncomfortable, but still fishable.
We made a move again and go a bit deeper.
Now every one has exchanged the standing position for a place on the hatch .