I was up at dawn to give the shorncliffe pier another go. First thing I did when I got there was to pick up two shopping bags full of rubbish - empty bait packets, coke cans, old hooks, old bait, a stubby (surpised there was only one actually), chip packets, a small kitchen knife, some toados that people must have caught, old soggy newspaper - grubby people!! >>
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Once the pier was tidy, I wet my line! Lots of small bites but nothing much. Eventually I moved on to the nearby rockwall and got better bites and small bream but still nothing much until ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ - out goes the line. "Flathead" I think happily, but eventually excitement turns to disappoint as the fight goes on and on and it becomes apparent I've got a stingray on. Man, it went out to sea, back in again, close to shore, out again, flopped down and stopped then ran again, a great fight but ultimately something I had to cut the line on and watch swim off. Watching it rest in the water next to the rock wall, it had me stuffed why anyone would mutilate one. Maybe the same reason people would leave their rubbish on the pier after a nights fishing?