Mr Fish
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I’ve been gnawing at my liver for a few days as mackerel here locally have pretty much been queuing up at the vacuum pack machines up and down the coast.
I couldn’t go Saturday as went spider hunting (don’t ask), Sunday I had too much work to catch up on. Monday it was work plus darts night.
More work today but finished at 5, so grabbed a bit of basic gear and headed to a remote local mark, 10 minutes drive from home but then 30 minutes walk including a lot of feckin steep steps.
20 for bait stocks would do me. I grabbed a Shakespeare 3oz flattie rod, a few 3oz leads, my Lidl reel, a bottle of water and my cool bag with ice blocks in, that was about it.
And ordinary sets of dayglo feathers cut into two as I didn’t really want four mackerel on the flattie rod.
Arrived at the mark and there was one guy there spinning. I said I hear there’s a few mackerel about?
He shrugged and was ‘meh’
Just to upset him, I caught a mackerel on my first cast
Can’t beat the view there either…
Anyway, the mackerel I caught wasn’t very big. I continued to pick up a few more but they were tiny.
It’s all bait, so all good.
By all accounts, at the weekend they were bubbling and pretty much throwing themselves in the bucket.
Not so today. Clearly a fair few out there but you had to work at it.
I picked up a joey here and a joey there. The spinning guy had a few but flipped them back.
Meanwhile I was putting all mine in my cool bag after snapping their necks and was beginning to feel like a Beeb presenter outside a primary school
Quite a few slipped the hook or dropped off.
I had hoped to winkle out a few bigger ones but the stream of tiny fish fingers continued.
I started to flip a few of the more embarrassing ones back.
Tbh I wasn’t planning to keep dozens of joeys anyway.
Matey packed up and left, so I moved to his spot which was a better casting platform and avoided the kelp, reefs and lobster pot.
I had a few more, taking me to 13. Decided that was unlucky so carried on until I had 14
It wasn’t hectic sport. I’d have a couple of blank casts, pick one up. Next cast I’d get one on then it would drop off.
It went past 8pm and really I had to pack up as was bringing a takeaway in, plus it was a bit chilly in the wind and only had t shirt and shorts on.
Finally I called time at 8.20 and headed up the 100 or so steps with my morally dubious gains.
Please don’t report me to The Sun
I couldn’t go Saturday as went spider hunting (don’t ask), Sunday I had too much work to catch up on. Monday it was work plus darts night.
More work today but finished at 5, so grabbed a bit of basic gear and headed to a remote local mark, 10 minutes drive from home but then 30 minutes walk including a lot of feckin steep steps.
20 for bait stocks would do me. I grabbed a Shakespeare 3oz flattie rod, a few 3oz leads, my Lidl reel, a bottle of water and my cool bag with ice blocks in, that was about it.
And ordinary sets of dayglo feathers cut into two as I didn’t really want four mackerel on the flattie rod.
Arrived at the mark and there was one guy there spinning. I said I hear there’s a few mackerel about?
He shrugged and was ‘meh’
Just to upset him, I caught a mackerel on my first cast
Can’t beat the view there either…
Anyway, the mackerel I caught wasn’t very big. I continued to pick up a few more but they were tiny.
It’s all bait, so all good.
By all accounts, at the weekend they were bubbling and pretty much throwing themselves in the bucket.
Not so today. Clearly a fair few out there but you had to work at it.
I picked up a joey here and a joey there. The spinning guy had a few but flipped them back.
Meanwhile I was putting all mine in my cool bag after snapping their necks and was beginning to feel like a Beeb presenter outside a primary school
Quite a few slipped the hook or dropped off.
I had hoped to winkle out a few bigger ones but the stream of tiny fish fingers continued.
I started to flip a few of the more embarrassing ones back.
Tbh I wasn’t planning to keep dozens of joeys anyway.
Matey packed up and left, so I moved to his spot which was a better casting platform and avoided the kelp, reefs and lobster pot.
I had a few more, taking me to 13. Decided that was unlucky so carried on until I had 14
It wasn’t hectic sport. I’d have a couple of blank casts, pick one up. Next cast I’d get one on then it would drop off.
It went past 8pm and really I had to pack up as was bringing a takeaway in, plus it was a bit chilly in the wind and only had t shirt and shorts on.
Finally I called time at 8.20 and headed up the 100 or so steps with my morally dubious gains.
Please don’t report me to The Sun
