Bait strippers to be precise. On an awful wild night I headed to Teesmouth with some more cod fishing on my mind. I launched big baits on big hooks into the darkness and repeatedly reeled in to find my baits stolen. I had an idea what might be to blame when the snood was tied up in a big knot.
Sure enough eventually a rockling managed to hang itself whilst in the process of tying me up in knots. After a couple of hour of standing in the freezing cold, driving rain and howling wind I admitted defeat and went home to get warm.
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