Just spent half an hour updating Paul Kilpatrick's sea otter 2 website. It appears Paul has been having some good trips lately out of Whitby and is proving himself to be one of the very best Skippers around and probably the best In Whitby. These pictures show a few of Paul Kilpatricks recent whitby caught cod.
All Pauls pictures and other info can be viewed on the whitby sea otter 2 website at www.sea-otter2.co.uk
I'm also still spending an hour most nights updating the Whitby fishing club website. Im nearly there with just a few more pages to change to css and validate. Soon the whitby shore and rock angling club website will be complete. Tonights updated pages included the Archives of the Ship Inn and Whitby open matches and also the poem written by Bob Eglon about the members of the Whitby Fishing club which goes as follows :
An Ode To Whitby Sea Anglers
Whitby sea anglers are out, there is a northerly swell,
who knows who will win? no one can tell,
Ian Russel is up at Runswick Bay,
Niel Ingliss telling him that a big one got away.
Seas sing songs of fury down at the block,
this cold dark night we should have a knock,
Dave Perett they say has gone a billet bashing,
but Andy Craig's light wont stop flashing.
Fight off these thoughts from our minds we must,
in peeler and lugworm we place our trust,
Batch is fishing high up there on the cliff,
And Sped by his side says "he wont get a sniff",
At Newholme beck with the wind and sand blowing in your face,
they always reckon you should use a long trace,
there's a shout from Phil Mead "I've done it and last"
and Jimmy and George say "What a pendulum cast"
There's a shimmer of moonlight down Saltwick Bay,
It's a long far cry from a hot summers day,
Wackers fishing here with gloom on his face,
The townies have been and fished out the place.
To cast out and hope before low water slack,
then strike and hope that everything comes back,
Bri Harland is fuming, he's run out of hooks,
While Dave Johnson's so busy cooking the books.
At White stone the tangles are all out,
Big fish swim here there is no doubt,
the snow could be coming with a white squall,
but Killers ok in his red overall.
At Hommeril hole with wet socks and freezing toes,
leaning on his rod with a red runny nose,
one of Bernard Vasey's greatest pleasures,
is being in charge of weights and measures.
Now Dennis at Kettleness has caught a big cod,
the best he's had since sandy ran over his rod,
sitting here smoking a roll up he's at piece tonight,
Congratulations on winning this years fight.
This poem was kindly written by Bob Eglon for the presentation evening in season 96/97.
All the archives for the Whitby sea fishing club can be viewed by visiting the club website at
www.whitbyseaanglers.co.uk or
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/lisa.broadley/Fishing%20club%20website/_private/archives.htm
Whitby sea anglers are out, there is a northerly swell,
who knows who will win? no one can tell,
Ian Russel is up at Runswick Bay,
Niel Ingliss telling him that a big one got away.
Seas sing songs of fury down at the block,
this cold dark night we should have a knock,
Dave Perett they say has gone a billet bashing,
but Andy Craig's light wont stop flashing.
Fight off these thoughts from our minds we must,
in peeler and lugworm we place our trust,
Batch is fishing high up there on the cliff,
And Sped by his side says "he wont get a sniff",
At Newholme beck with the wind and sand blowing in your face,
they always reckon you should use a long trace,
there's a shout from Phil Mead "I've done it and last"
and Jimmy and George say "What a pendulum cast"
There's a shimmer of moonlight down Saltwick Bay,
It's a long far cry from a hot summers day,
Wackers fishing here with gloom on his face,
The townies have been and fished out the place.
To cast out and hope before low water slack,
then strike and hope that everything comes back,
Bri Harland is fuming, he's run out of hooks,
While Dave Johnson's so busy cooking the books.
At White stone the tangles are all out,
Big fish swim here there is no doubt,
the snow could be coming with a white squall,
but Killers ok in his red overall.
At Hommeril hole with wet socks and freezing toes,
leaning on his rod with a red runny nose,
one of Bernard Vasey's greatest pleasures,
is being in charge of weights and measures.
Now Dennis at Kettleness has caught a big cod,
the best he's had since sandy ran over his rod,
sitting here smoking a roll up he's at piece tonight,
Congratulations on winning this years fight.
This poem was kindly written by Bob Eglon for the presentation evening in season 96/97.
All the archives for the Whitby sea fishing club can be viewed by visiting the club website at
www.whitbyseaanglers.co.uk or
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/lisa.broadley/Fishing%20club%20website/_private/archives.htm
The website includes all the cod catching information you could want.
Well thats enough for another night. Im off to watch the box. Who knows one night soon I might even post something about going fishing.
Well thats enough for another night. Im off to watch the box. Who knows one night soon I might even post something about going fishing.
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