Many years ago,when i was about 8 or 9 ,i was fishing with the family down on what is now the Wall at The Entrance.
Well there we were,with everybody else catching a feed for tea when i decided to check my bait,and as all kids do i was cranking the old Roddy as quick as i could, when wacko i'm on.Now this thing started pulling hard right from the outset but once it got it's head into the current(the water used to fairly rip through that part of the channel)it really got serious.
Now we caught a few fish on some outings,but never anything to really brag about.So this is the one i've been waiting for,the old Flexon solid fibreglass rod was doing it's best impression of a question mark that it could and the roddy reel was screaming it's tits off,and i was still cranking that handle like a demon when i hear shouts of encouragment from the crowd that had gathered behind me.
Finally as i gained a bit of line and headed him away from the main current the struggle was nearly over and me and the growing crowd were going to see what this monster was.Another minute or so with my heart beating wildly,i managed to bring it into view only to be greeted with the sight of a 12 inch grinding disk that i had hooked clean through the hole in the middle.Thats when i learned the meaning of true dissapointment and also the first time i had heard the old man use the "F" word.
Cheers,
Bruce