Old friends..

I had a good day today. An old mate I hadn't seen in a couple of years told me him and a mate were going to fish Trimingham on a spur of the moment thing. I arranged to meet them down there, I didn't fish but walked the dog down to where they were fishing. I sat with Daz and Dave for a couple of hours before it was time for me to walk back and pick young Aitch up from school. Dave had managed a schoolie when I left, I'm not sure how they finished up. It was a funny old sea really, nice colour and a little lift in it but no run, normally an hour or two into the ebb there'd be quite a bit of tide, maybe thats why the guys struggled.

Daz has his own website that readers of this drivel may find interesting, check out www.allaboutangling.co.uk there are some good articles on baits and some lively forums.

On walking back I stopped for a babble with a couple of "old" local leg ends, I'll call them Frank Hinge and Tony Bracket just to protect the innocent. Despite a combined local fishing experience and expertise totalling about 200 years, neither of them had managed more than a couple of schoolies. Still it was nice to see them, I wish I'd had more time to have the craic and put the world to rights. Food for thought though I hope I'll still be fishing when I'm that old! I'm giggling to myself but in reality the oldest of them (Bracket) casts as well as I do and Hinge quite a bit further, proof if ever it was needed that there's plenty of life left in the old dogs!!

They know who they are, I hope to see them again soon, good old boys.