Right, well just back from an, err, interesting trip out to the cup and saucer.
Out from work to get in bang on low tide, got chatting to a local fisherman when kitting up (discovered I'd bought one of mine and one of the Sarah's socks which was pretty tight and made my toes numb) who said there'd been some plaice out on the bank up to 4lbs this year! So got down to the water, flat calm, no wind, little stuff splashing on the surface, pretty idilic, until I went to load the gun.
Pulled it back, just got it in the notch when it released??? Strange, so I grabbed it again and soon realised why, busted wishbone :vangry Shite.
So that was my chance of a bass knackered so decided to stash the gun, cut off the spear and go have a look for them plaice.
After about 40m I noticed another spearo's float out by the reefs to my right so headed that way to see if it was any of you boys. Caught up with him after 20mins, no one I knew, but turned out he had a spare wishbone on him and happily gave it to me! Top chap! Forgot his name but he lived down that way. I told him about the forum so hopefully we'll see him on here sometime. Wished him luck and started the long swim back to me gun.
Got there, screwed on the new wishbone and reattached me spear and 50mins after first getting in the water we were fishing. Headed off towards the weed I'd seen a few in when I got my first when I encountered another problem. The new wishbone didn't fit my spear perfectly and on loading it it sprung out of the notch whilst my fingers where still in the bands. VERY glad I had 5mm gloves on, it took some skin off a finger regardless and its pretty bruised, so going to have to sort that out.
Got it loaded eventually and did spy a decent bass, but it had already spied me and made off. And that was that. Nearly 3 hours I'd been out there all in. Stumbled back up with the toes on my right totally numb from the too tight sock. But the strangeness was not over.
Coming back along Vazon I got held up in a random queue of cars? When I got to the point of the hold up there was a fat bloke with a ripped shirt having a full on fight with another bloke wearing nothing but a cycle helmet and a pair of shorts. There were some random women trying to drag them apart "Leeeve 'im, e's not worf it!". Couple of push bikes in the road next to a big 4x4. Very odd, but highly entertaining!
