Chatham (Sun Pier) 11/09/01
GR:
HW : Around 5.00pm(ish) Westerly winds force 3/4 Sunny

Arrived down at the pier and set-up a couple of breadbags to fish over …… by the time I’d set-up and was ready to fish it was about 2.30pm …….
First problem was that although I had the second rod to use as a suspended ledger / self hooking set-up ….. in my haste to get down, I’d left the weighted swim feeders behind!!!!!
Second, the fine weather had brought with it SATANS Children, who were determined to shout, splash their legs in the water, or play the swinging game with the catwalk between the two pontoons, consequently it was easier for me to move to a more strategic position on the outer pontoon, although with the tidal flow the fishing was less than perfect ….. but I took some satisfaction in growling at the low lifes if they got too close…..

Phoned Leon to let him know I was down, and that I’d made a boo boo with the swim feeders … said he’d be down around 4pm…..

Took the time to look over the metal superstructure around the inner pontoon, which showed fresh lip-marks on the flat metal plates on the scaffold towers….

Leon arrived ….. and asked if I’d heard the news ……… what news asked I ……. World Trade Centre Towers and Pentagon have been attacked by airline planes came back his reply ….. what by Bin thingy asked I …. To which Leon simply replied Yes ……. They say that people remember what they were doing the day Kenedy was shot …… this had all the Hall Marks of another such event………. !!!!!!!!!!!!

Leon and I fished for the mullet, but kept looking up …. Saw a couple of military Jets but otherwise the skies were empty …….

By 6.30pm the Kids were gone, and we moved over to the inner pontoon … but again with no joy…. Not a sniff of a mullet :-(
We both decided that enough was enough by 7.15pm …… so we packed up and went our separate ways …….
You can imagine what was on the radio as I drove home .. on every station……… a really sobering drive home!!!!!!!

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