Played tour guide for Ric Cotton and Peter Hicks yesterday, I found them sailing the trough on the corner of the secret spot so decided to rig up begrudgingly and join them. So I'm almost putting on my wetsuit when they come in bitching about how crap it was, I tell them about the whale bone spot on a northey and even show them the pictures of the last session there but they weren't keen

We then head to yip yip and its ten knots less and offshore/cross off

I rig up again and grovel out and get sent through the wash cycle and cop a fin the the scone leaving a half inch bleeding gash.
Bloody viccos indeed.
Next time it's my call boys, follow the local