This appeared to be a club or group, they would run up to the receding surfs edge, cast their line and then trail it back to these tripod stands and hook the rods in there, carefully letting out the line.
Have taken 6 boxes of old photographs down from the attic. Now scanning a selection from there, a few each week. I shot quite a lot of black and white back then, this isn't processed.
Anyway, this is my mate John, shot in France prior to his wedding. There's only a few people who get to look at you and actually see you. I read recently about a woman who decided to impersonate being a man and she described the shock she felt when she was welcomed into a group of men. A man turned and shook her hand and she felt it was like discovering a secret, that male friendship runs deep.