A couple of coffees, sandwich, re-baiting and some nattering later and Dad had a goodly knock on his rod and lifted into a more lively fish. As it was coming in I could see some flashes of silver even in the murky water, just before a nice sea trout broke the surface. Duly landed, a couple of photies and it was off back to grow up a bit. Never had the scales but I think around the 1lb mark and cracking clean bar of silver to boot.
Another small flounder for Dad heralded the sun disappearing behind the clouds and a colder breeze picking up. One more cast was decided upon before beating retreat for home. And yup you guessed it 4-1 Dad with another flounder.
Well I'm claiming the moral victory as I baited every single hook and it must've been my tasty baits bringing him the fish. Still my single micro flounder saved the blank and it was a really enjoyable afternoon an the Riverside with my old man.