In article , caroline
wrote:

Remembering my brother and other fishing freaks always going on about the
direction of the wind it was apparently a good thing to get this peg, so I
sat for 5 hours with the wind very firmly in my face...gusting to gale force
at times...all good fun so I'm told ;o)

So you didn't need a pole and were able to sit well back from the edge and
fish the extreme margin..? Or the drop-off where the backflow tumbled food
washed from the margin into the depths?

So, how did I get on? Well...I didn't catch a thing....but neither did 12 of
the other 'competitors'...the winner was the only guy to land anything, and
he won with a whopping bag of 6 or so tiny rudd.

And did you notice how he did it?

Ah well. Matches are often like that ime.

Cheerio,

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