Fishing's got nothing to do with me, not my coup of tea at all, but one day last month I let myself convinced by one of my friends and we went to Martham in Norfolk for few hours fishing. I hardly managed to catch a couple of fishes in 8 hours.
But things didn't go very well for others either. About 10 manic fishermen were taking part into a sort of local fishing competition on that day and I was absolutely impressed or even ashamed of my self to a certain extend by looking at the tones of equipment they brought around. I only had a single fishing line that's all, and that one being lent by my friend.
I got feed up quick, so I started walking around and taking photographs...forget about fishing. All these wonderful guys commonly agreed that day was one of the worst for fishing despite the multiple pounds of food being thrown in the water to attract the "BIG TROPHY"...we all were thinking that day The Fisg Got Drunk, and so it was!