There’s not been much to write about of late, generally only whiting and rockling fests in the dark hours and pretty much blanks in daylight. One can only write so much on whiting before it gets really – and I mean really boring. Since I wrote last, I’ve done nine sessions; four during darkness and five in daylight, all on Seaford beach, either at West View, Beachcomber or The Buckle.
The only half reasonable daylight session was Today’s which was a quick three hour bash over high water at The Buckle. Even then it was pretty dire and was only a quick test before Saturday’s Flattie competition being run from WSF forums and organised by ‘Fishyrob’. I managed to get two dabs out (one keeper) and the skinniest whiting on some minging sticky black lugworm presented on a size 4 two hook flapper. Going by that result, I reckon the competition could be bloody hard work but no doubt the hardened match men will eek out a result.
The only other thing of note to happen, is that I’ve somehow managed to contract Bell’s Palsy, so now not only do I have a completely trashed back and its continual pain but I also look like some sort of Hammer House of Horrors lab assistant. It’s no fun I can tell you, can’t close one eye, have to slurp my drinks and can’t even do that without spilling it out of my slack mouth. Eating is pretty much the same story and doesn’t make for pleasant viewing.
Don’t know how long it’s going to last; doc says, could be days, weeks or even months – oh great bells of joy! Current treatment is a shitload of anti-viral and steroid meds which are making me feel like crap.