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·After Kev's and Tony's gubbing at the hands of Cameron the other day a wee rematch was in order.
Kev and son Leon picked me and the podlie queen up back of ten this morning and off to Scotstown we went. Myself and Kev had discussed our tactics to beat the bairns before hand and we were relying on distractions, not feeding them, single hook rigs for them and getting them to cast the same bait two, three, four times.
Set rods up cast our into the water baits mackie , mackie lug, lug, then set up the bairns. Meanwhile telling them they couldn't run up the dunes and back before we caught a fish. They did, we didn't and Leon pulled out the first fish
small flounder.
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Straight away Leon asked for a bait change, Kev as good as his word "naw son yer worms fine just lob it back in". Get in there Kev mate I thought and suggested putting up the tent as a further distraction. As we turned to head up to the high tide mark Leon's mangy worm did the trick and he pulled in another flounder.......................dam 10mins fishing and two fish down.Back in went the worm.
At last my rod gave a little quiver, was enough started bringing it in, Kev had the chesties on to make sure we wouldn't loose any, a flounder, was weird as it was not hooked, had swallowed the beads, but they all count, 2-1 to the bairns.........we were on the board though.
Next fish was a turbot for myself about 1/2lb, closely followed with Leon and his thrice used worm, flounder. Told Kev FFS change his bait mate, Kev replied worms up the line no idea how he's still getting them. Hooked into a flounder myself to tie at 3-3.
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By this time Kev was looking at the gap in the dunes waiting for reinforcements in the form of Tony and his son Cameron. So told the kids to go build sand castles hoping that if they did arrive this might distract Cameron and let Tony get off to a flyer. In the event Tony was a no show ( back of 10am not pm mate, rofl) which worked to our advantage.
If your wondering where the turtles comes in:
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No room for artistic expression in warfare though, so back to the battle.
At last Kev started to catch getting into the flounder which nosed us in front where we stayed despite Leon having a quick flury at the end, final count being dads 9 bairns 8 ( 2 turbot 15 flounder)with Leon getting 6 so he was top rod on the day but was a team event so he still lost, seems fair to me.
Weed started coming on 1600 and they were a fish behind so we left with honour restored, till the bairns get team handed that is.
Kev and son Leon picked me and the podlie queen up back of ten this morning and off to Scotstown we went. Myself and Kev had discussed our tactics to beat the bairns before hand and we were relying on distractions, not feeding them, single hook rigs for them and getting them to cast the same bait two, three, four times.
Set rods up cast our into the water baits mackie , mackie lug, lug, then set up the bairns. Meanwhile telling them they couldn't run up the dunes and back before we caught a fish. They did, we didn't and Leon pulled out the first fish
small flounder.
Straight away Leon asked for a bait change, Kev as good as his word "naw son yer worms fine just lob it back in". Get in there Kev mate I thought and suggested putting up the tent as a further distraction. As we turned to head up to the high tide mark Leon's mangy worm did the trick and he pulled in another flounder.......................dam 10mins fishing and two fish down.
Back in went the worm.At last my rod gave a little quiver, was enough started bringing it in, Kev had the chesties on to make sure we wouldn't loose any, a flounder, was weird as it was not hooked, had swallowed the beads, but they all count, 2-1 to the bairns.........we were on the board though.
Next fish was a turbot for myself about 1/2lb, closely followed with Leon and his thrice used worm, flounder. Told Kev FFS change his bait mate, Kev replied worms up the line no idea how he's still getting them. Hooked into a flounder myself to tie at 3-3.
By this time Kev was looking at the gap in the dunes waiting for reinforcements in the form of Tony and his son Cameron. So told the kids to go build sand castles hoping that if they did arrive this might distract Cameron and let Tony get off to a flyer. In the event Tony was a no show ( back of 10am not pm mate, rofl) which worked to our advantage.
If your wondering where the turtles comes in:
No room for artistic expression in warfare though, so back to the battle.
At last Kev started to catch getting into the flounder which nosed us in front where we stayed despite Leon having a quick flury at the end, final count being dads 9 bairns 8 ( 2 turbot 15 flounder)with Leon getting 6 so he was top rod on the day but was a team event so he still lost, seems fair to me.
Weed started coming on 1600 and they were a fish behind so we left with honour restored, till the bairns get team handed that is.
