Just one last cast
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Bagging up on chesil 10/11/21
After realizing perhaps my first report was not that of a knowledgeable beach angler I returned to the shadows keeping my reports to myself for future reference however for the amateurs like me I thought this one worth sharing for comical value if nothing else.
Have I been off honing my watercraft? What ever that means? Well I had a couple of sessions at seaton caught a few guernards amongst others then was drawn back to the usual spot. but after a few sessions being blown to pieces on a windswept chesil pointing rods in every direction possible, never knowing if I had a bite & catching next to nothing though on the Plus side I did manage to catch whilst free lining some washed up bait fish in the surf. An eel.
I then decided to return on a flat calm afternoon/evening to be out just for the joy of fishing & caught numerous fish, okay-many of them were dogfish & eels but all were welcome.
This weeks option for fishing was a night session or nothing. I arrived in the rain at 6pm set up & again enjoyed quite a few bites catching numerous whiting? up to about a pound ish & a couple eels.
Another angler kindly donated me some rag worm he wasn’t going to use last week which I froze & whipped together in sausages when it became clear they weren’t going to last the week. These got a bite every time but had to be used semi frozen or very messy.
As high tide came & went I whacked out some bigger fish baits to use up the last of my mackerel.
poured a cup of tea & set watching the rods last cast before packing up when a couple of Biggish bites happened. Missed the first one but struck into the second which felt heavy, after battling it through the surf, with the batteries in my head torch fading I could just see the outline on the edge of the shingle,a long tail and big round flat white body after all this time could this finally be my first ray. Realizing it wasn’t going to be moved any further with the rod I downed tools & headed down there only to be greeted by an eel who I’m sure gave me a backwards glance as it slipped back into the sea,as they do, leaving my hook stuck fast in a white charity bag full of water. Bugger. chesil you got me again.
Oh well I’m now well past packing up time & have an extra bag to lug back across the beach its 1.30am & raining again probably why everyone disappeared about an hour ago, great, guess I’ll have to wait a bit longer for my first ray but that’s fishing (for an amateur anyway).
After realizing perhaps my first report was not that of a knowledgeable beach angler I returned to the shadows keeping my reports to myself for future reference however for the amateurs like me I thought this one worth sharing for comical value if nothing else.
Have I been off honing my watercraft? What ever that means? Well I had a couple of sessions at seaton caught a few guernards amongst others then was drawn back to the usual spot. but after a few sessions being blown to pieces on a windswept chesil pointing rods in every direction possible, never knowing if I had a bite & catching next to nothing though on the Plus side I did manage to catch whilst free lining some washed up bait fish in the surf. An eel.
I then decided to return on a flat calm afternoon/evening to be out just for the joy of fishing & caught numerous fish, okay-many of them were dogfish & eels but all were welcome.
This weeks option for fishing was a night session or nothing. I arrived in the rain at 6pm set up & again enjoyed quite a few bites catching numerous whiting? up to about a pound ish & a couple eels.
Another angler kindly donated me some rag worm he wasn’t going to use last week which I froze & whipped together in sausages when it became clear they weren’t going to last the week. These got a bite every time but had to be used semi frozen or very messy.
As high tide came & went I whacked out some bigger fish baits to use up the last of my mackerel.
poured a cup of tea & set watching the rods last cast before packing up when a couple of Biggish bites happened. Missed the first one but struck into the second which felt heavy, after battling it through the surf, with the batteries in my head torch fading I could just see the outline on the edge of the shingle,a long tail and big round flat white body after all this time could this finally be my first ray. Realizing it wasn’t going to be moved any further with the rod I downed tools & headed down there only to be greeted by an eel who I’m sure gave me a backwards glance as it slipped back into the sea,as they do, leaving my hook stuck fast in a white charity bag full of water. Bugger. chesil you got me again.
Oh well I’m now well past packing up time & have an extra bag to lug back across the beach its 1.30am & raining again probably why everyone disappeared about an hour ago, great, guess I’ll have to wait a bit longer for my first ray but that’s fishing (for an amateur anyway).