I thought it was cheap as chips when I was living at home in the Scottish Borders. Was led into the night life by a wonderful old guy, long gone, Jimmy Clinkscale. He taught me the lot and although invariably it was wet and cold, we did rather well. However, the high notes got lower. I did a stretch of the river Leader, tributary to the mighty Tweed near to Lauder. All went according to plan with a two sided Ali plate, good torch and my gaff which was about 5ft long. A number of fish safely tucked up and let's have a puff to celebrate. Lights, noise, jump in car and try the run away. No fckg