Yes, I bloody can, RB. Not thirty metres upstream of that is where the mullet spawn in the south channel. Half the time, at low tide, you can walk over the bridges in the city centre, and they're stacked five-deep, every size up to just short of a metre.
Were the mullet there, still off the outflow of warm water from the Beamish brewery thirty metres away, that morning? Yes, they were.
Would that flippered fucker eat them instead of a beautiful, fresh, fresh, still all-silver and sea-pink-fleshed spring salmon? No, he wouldn't.
Is the Lee population of otters expanding back so that they're now in UCC on the edge of the city centre feeding on the (notoriously uncatchable, but insanely beautiful and fire-spotted) trout that rise like handfuls of gravel at evening? Yes, but we don't begrudge them.
Would we fuck rocks at that bastard seal until we could find the Canadian consul to do a proper job, and then buy him a bucket of Moosehead after? Oooh, yeah. Pass me the flannel shirt and my Vancouver Canucks cap... :angryfire: