Back in the 70's my mate Graham and I were down dungy for a nites fishing. We went into the pub down by the power station about 7pm and started playing darts , the locals come in and start to take over so we get challenged to get rid of us.
we wiped the floor with these two loud mouth chaps who then p*ssed orf. After that it was drinks on everybody as it turned out the other locals had been trying to get rid of these two guys for years. We get back to our spot about midnight and we are starving. Sarnies are all gone , coffee is cold so what do we do - yep we fried up the bait on top of the lantern. We ate the godamn lot , Sand eels , squid, mackeral, even what was left of the worms. We were so pie eyed we dint know what we were doing. We spent the next four hours fishing with bare hooks and we caught stuff, dont know what it was cos I cannot remember but I do know we caught. I also spun the car on the ice going home down the lanes from us a complete 360 and just kept going . I have not drunk whilst fishing ever since.
BTB