Sat Oct 18, 2014 3:40 pm
People:Me and the Mutt.
Duration:6:30-9:00am
Tide: High
Weather: Brutal
Bait: Rag, Mackerel, Sandeels, Razor Fish
Rigs: 2 hook Flapper
Results: Codling, Dabs, Whiting
Report: I had set off on Friday from Bray, got as far as Newtown, the skies turned a menacing black. Turned around and settled on 18 bottles of Corona as solace. If I have fishing on my mind then I'm awake every hour, my sleep pattern is ruined. Does anyone else suffer from this?
Arrived at Wicklow in darkness, at least the wall provides shelter, very welcoming. Every cast produced a fish. All of small size, at least it made up for the previous week. I need to do a proper night session, I love being anonymous.
Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:16 pm
Wow, that's some amount of beer. Your liver must be donald ducked.
Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:59 pm
Stephen8wood wrote:Wow, that's some amount of beer. Your liver must be donald ducked.

Naw mate,I drink at least half a bottle of whiskey every time I go fishing
Wed Oct 22, 2014 1:47 pm
That's probably why you are a "grumpy angler."
Try some Green Tea and a few rice cakes. You'll be a new man