Andy 1965
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After a successful few weeks on the lures, it was time to go to the dark side this week with a spell of fishing dirty bait. First off was the latest club match on Sunday afternoon, but late on Saturday night I happened to find out that we had a slight problem. The original venue was to have been Moel y don in the Straits, where we hoped to catch smoothhound, but I happened to see on Facebook that the WFSA were holding a qualifying match there at exactly the same time we planned to fish 
. After a last minute chat on Sunday morning we settled on Deganwy as a back-up venue, where at least we would be able to make good use of the peelers that everyone had bought .
Now the river had been fishing well a few weeks ago, and we hoped for decent bags of flounder, and maybe the odd bass or two, but sadly it looks like we were a bit late. The match started off well enough, when I caught a flounder of 0.53kg on the very first cast, but that soon looked like a one off as things went very quiet after that. A few fish did eventually put in an appearance, when Kenny caught a couple of flatties in quick succession to take top spot, and Glyn also managed a small one to take third place, but the other 4 lads all blanked ?.
My next outing was on Monday evening, when I took my son Sam out for some quality dad and lad time at a local mark, but this time the weather gods weren’t in a good mood. For the first 2 hours of the session the rain fell steadily, and we were both drenched, but we still managed to dig enough fresh lug to keep us going.
Things started off slowly, but once the flood got underway the fish started to feed. First off was a very fat and probably pregnant doggie and I soon followed that up with the first bass of the evening, a decent example of 51cm ?.
Next up was Sam’s turn to catch, and though it wasn’t the bass he hoped for, he still beat the blank with his first dog of the night ?.
It was my turn again next with a couple more doggies, before I caught the second silver of the night, a proper beast this time ?.
Unfortunately this was the last bass of the night, but we both caught another brace of dogs each before we called it a night, to finish what was quite a productive little session ?.
The following evening I had planned to get back on the lures again, but though there was no rain in the forecast, conditions still weren’t the best, so I decided to have another go after bass on bait.
Once more things were quiet until 30 minutes or so after low, when I missed my first bite of the evening, but that was just the start. Soon after this, an identical rattle resulted in a tiny schoolie of 25cm
Over the next couple of hours I missed several more bites ?, but I did land 2 more diddy bass to keep my numbers for the year rising, plus a small and spotty flounder ?.
As darkness fell, I had been pushed back almost to the pebbles when I spotted a small movement on one of the rod tips, I walked forward and stood next to the tripod and just as I looked up the rod tip was pulled over hard and as the rod sprang straight again, the line dropped slack onto the sand ?. I quickly picked up the rod and waited for another movement, then just as I felt the rod pull gently down again I raised the rod and started to reel in. At first I thought I might have missed my chance, but as my gear got closer to shore I felt something fighting on the end of my line and eventually I was able to land my best bass of the night of 44cm ?.
The rest of the session was a case of more missed bites, as what I assumed to be small schoolies started feeding hard under the cover of darkness. I wasn’t able to connect with anything else, so I called it a night and headed the short distance home.
So a week which started off slowly had picked up in the end, and though the size of fish was a lot smaller than I have been used to lately, I had actually quite enjoyed my local adventures ?.
. After a last minute chat on Sunday morning we settled on Deganwy as a back-up venue, where at least we would be able to make good use of the peelers that everyone had bought .Now the river had been fishing well a few weeks ago, and we hoped for decent bags of flounder, and maybe the odd bass or two, but sadly it looks like we were a bit late
. The match started off well enough, when I caught a flounder of 0.53kg on the very first cast, but that soon looked like a one off as things went very quiet after that. A few fish did eventually put in an appearance, when Kenny caught a couple of flatties in quick succession to take top spot, and Glyn also managed a small one to take third place, but the other 4 lads all blanked ?.My next outing was on Monday evening, when I took my son Sam out for some quality dad and lad time at a local mark, but this time the weather gods weren’t in a good mood. For the first 2 hours of the session the rain fell steadily, and we were both drenched, but we still managed to dig enough fresh lug to keep us going.
Things started off slowly, but once the flood got underway the fish started to feed. First off was a very fat and probably pregnant doggie and I soon followed that up with the first bass of the evening, a decent example of 51cm ?.
Next up was Sam’s turn to catch, and though it wasn’t the bass he hoped for, he still beat the blank with his first dog of the night ?.
It was my turn again next with a couple more doggies, before I caught the second silver of the night, a proper beast this time ?.
Unfortunately this was the last bass of the night, but we both caught another brace of dogs each before we called it a night, to finish what was quite a productive little session ?.
The following evening I had planned to get back on the lures again, but though there was no rain in the forecast, conditions still weren’t the best, so I decided to have another go after bass on bait.
Once more things were quiet until 30 minutes or so after low, when I missed my first bite of the evening, but that was just the start. Soon after this, an identical rattle resulted in a tiny schoolie of 25cm
Over the next couple of hours I missed several more bites ?, but I did land 2 more diddy bass to keep my numbers for the year rising, plus a small and spotty flounder ?.
As darkness fell, I had been pushed back almost to the pebbles when I spotted a small movement on one of the rod tips, I walked forward and stood next to the tripod and just as I looked up the rod tip was pulled over hard and as the rod sprang straight again, the line dropped slack onto the sand ?. I quickly picked up the rod and waited for another movement, then just as I felt the rod pull gently down again I raised the rod and started to reel in. At first I thought I might have missed my chance, but as my gear got closer to shore I felt something fighting on the end of my line and eventually I was able to land my best bass of the night of 44cm ?.
The rest of the session was a case of more missed bites, as what I assumed to be small schoolies started feeding hard under the cover of darkness. I wasn’t able to connect with anything else, so I called it a night and headed the short distance home.
So a week which started off slowly had picked up in the end, and though the size of fish was a lot smaller than I have been used to lately, I had actually quite enjoyed my local adventures ?.
