People:me
Duration:3pm-8pm
Tide:high at 3-40pm approx
Weather:dd north east breeze, fine day
Bait:mack and squid
dd
Rigs:flappers
Results: flounder
Report:Couldnt sit at home on such a nice afternoon so headed to greystones for a spin with the missus. Sea was rough enough with large waves crashing onto the rocks where i usually fish. Seeing another angler set up i decided to give it a bash for a while, after all , there was no point in wasting the bait

, thats what i told her

. Got talking to the other lad, Mark, and we set up at the railings nearest the harbour as my usual spot was getting a drenching from the large waves breaking over the rocks. . It was hard enough to get a bait out and grip leads were needed to hold bottom. After an hour or so Mark landed what we think was a turbot, i'm sure you'll do the honours and i.d. it

. He did really well to land it considering the conditions. First one i,ve seen caught here too. It was difficult to see the bites, or else it would have been if i'd have gotten any

. I eventually moved to "my spot" when the tide turned in the hope of getting a bite, after all, this spot had always been good to me and wouldnt let me down now ,would it

. 2 hours later and with the baits still being left untouched, i wasn't too sure

The missus came back to collect me and asked how many i'd caught

.I felt like a kid asking to stay out another 10 minutes

, i still had some bait left and there was no point in wasting it! She went off for another half hour( i didnt tell her that the leftover bait was given to me by Mark

). Things werent improved when a gang of teenagers who had been dicing with the waves all afternoon decided to haunt me, then started throwing stones near me. Being used to this in work (i work in the county council

), i took a photo of them, and put my mobile up to my mouth to call the imaginary police( THIS USUALLY WORKS!!) and they were gone in seconds. If they're the local yobbos,lucky Greystones

. I was still laughing when i got a nibble on the rod, a dip,dip,dip,flattie bite. Next thing would be landing it with the rough seas, but it stayed on the hook long enough to be landed, and i took a pic and returned it. Happy days. I packed up and was ready waiting like the good boy that i am when the missus returned. A nice afternoon out and another 5 hours that i would have spent watching telly if i hadnt taken up fishing a year ago.
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