I was with a mate in lyme regis where my old man had a boat and a holiday cottage we were sat down having a cup of teah when i see at the bottom of the cup the remains of the dots and a big grin on my mates face - SPIKED!!! - but in a caring way - he took the same. So we did what any normal folk would do coming up on 500mics ....took the boat out, things started badly and went down hill, I told merv to throw out the anchor when we were a mile or so out and he did , except it wasnyt tied off so 200m of chain and the anchor dissapeared in to lyme bay.
next out came the rods - i never caught anything except mackeral and red gurnards and dogfish but after 10m my rod was bent double but not moving and i thought i had a big lump of seaweed so reeling it in slowly and after some time this huge dog barked as it rose out the water ( in my acid state this is what the conger looked like) told my mate to get the gaff - big steel hook on the end of a 6 foot pole but he just held it in his hand blindly trying to stab the beast in the head with me thinking his hand is gonna be bitten off.
After 5 minutes of this i just chopped the line and we decided we better go in as it was all going a bit wibbly wobbly. The night ended with us lighting a fire on the beach and watching these lights coming towards us- didnt know if we were hallucinating as we were in our own little worlds but as they came up to us we realised it was the police ' sorry boys cant have a fire here' ...'ah pleeeeeses its cold'
'oh...ok then '
'can we borrow your torches to look for wood'
And they did- woke up freezing cold the next morning at sunrise.
This is the short version : )
