I went fishing for Huss one night, picked a nice little platform between Brixham and Dartmouth. It was getting twilight, casted both rods out and settled down lit a fag (smoked then) poured a cup of tea. Just take in the view etc, when all of a sudden a bloody great seal launched it self out of the water and landed at my feet, christ I nearly shit myself. I don't know who was most scared me or him, he turned and jumped back in.
Cheers Arry