Rusty’s Pitch Report
Like a dream you try to remember but it’s gone. Magic out there. Water temp high, viz high, biteys all gone. We taper to the point, shed then pool. Rotate your hips says Brett. Ali spots a blind wobby, a north west blowie (that’s what my dad calls them) and a tight pack of black fish. Dawdling is the order of the day. A day for it too! A big Drinks Express enter as we exit, all smiles and energy. The word ‘magic’ tosses around. A medium size FFF gathers, an intense rant underway as I pass. As my late mate Paul often said to part company ‘Giddyup’. So Giddyup & get out there gang!
