Action Man
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Morning all,
With a seeming break in the weather, or as you might say - a marginal improvement from the freezing temps we have experienced this week, I hatched a plan with Ben (stormtrooper) to fish out local bass mark to see if there are any still about, or if any rays had moved in.
I was first to arrive to fish as soon as the tide came through, and both rods loaded with rag worm were sent out. The wind was fairly strong but coming from behind so I think it put a few more yards on my dodgy casts! Although coming from behind the wind did play havoc with our rod tips, flapping about and seemingly making them look like we were constantly into whiting. Ben had now arrived and didn’t take him too long to find the first fish of the night - a whiting. Not the target fish by any means but duly expected.
About 30 mins before high water, my left hand rod took a decent bite with my gear shooting off uptide. I struck into a great fight and immediately knew I was into a bass. The fiesty number scrapped all the way in, and even attempted another run at the waters edge. I got it onto the beach and it was a respectable 48cm fish. I had intended on returning it (got enough in the freezer) but it started bleeding heavily so took my last one of the year home as the restrictions are now back in. It was a myth to why it was bleeding so heavily, as I had caught it on small size 1 hooks and it was neatly hooked in the side of the mouth.
Anyway, we fished in now with more excitement knowing the bass were here. But to our surprise, that was it for the night, no more fish - not evening whiting! We packed up once the water had disappeared then made the slow hike back to the car being blown all over the place by the wind.
All in all a bit of an odd session, but target species still acquired!
Until next time
Alan
With a seeming break in the weather, or as you might say - a marginal improvement from the freezing temps we have experienced this week, I hatched a plan with Ben (stormtrooper) to fish out local bass mark to see if there are any still about, or if any rays had moved in.
I was first to arrive to fish as soon as the tide came through, and both rods loaded with rag worm were sent out. The wind was fairly strong but coming from behind so I think it put a few more yards on my dodgy casts! Although coming from behind the wind did play havoc with our rod tips, flapping about and seemingly making them look like we were constantly into whiting. Ben had now arrived and didn’t take him too long to find the first fish of the night - a whiting. Not the target fish by any means but duly expected.
About 30 mins before high water, my left hand rod took a decent bite with my gear shooting off uptide. I struck into a great fight and immediately knew I was into a bass. The fiesty number scrapped all the way in, and even attempted another run at the waters edge. I got it onto the beach and it was a respectable 48cm fish. I had intended on returning it (got enough in the freezer) but it started bleeding heavily so took my last one of the year home as the restrictions are now back in. It was a myth to why it was bleeding so heavily, as I had caught it on small size 1 hooks and it was neatly hooked in the side of the mouth.
Anyway, we fished in now with more excitement knowing the bass were here. But to our surprise, that was it for the night, no more fish - not evening whiting! We packed up once the water had disappeared then made the slow hike back to the car being blown all over the place by the wind.
All in all a bit of an odd session, but target species still acquired!
Until next time
Alan
