Andy 1965
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- Joined
- Oct 18, 2020
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- North Wales
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After giving the fishing a miss for a couple of weeks due to some pretty dodgy weather, it was time last night to get back to it, and I was joined by Steve O from the club for a session on Anglesey. With 20 – 30mph South Westerlies forecast, we headed for shelter at the top of the island and after a drive through some pretty heavy drizzle, not mentioned in any of the various forecasts I checked , we arrived at our chosen mark 30 minutes after high water, thankfully finding dry conditions after all.
After setting up camp on a likely looking ledge, it didn’t take long for the fish to find our baits and Steve started the session with exactly what we came for, if a little smaller than we hoped they would be ?, a strap conger of around 3lb ?.
While Steve started with an eel, I also had a bite on my conger rod but sadly it failed to hook up ?, but I still managed to beat the blank with an obliging doggie on the scratching rod. Interestingly though, as I swung the fish ashore I immediately spotted something amiss and for the first time in a long while, I found myself looking at a doggie with a black rubber ring cutting into the flesh behind its head, and just in front of the pectoral fins ?.
Now this was the third time I’ve caught such a doggie on Anglesey in the last 10 years or so, and the ring was exactly the same type as the last ones I caught. Very strange and the jury is still out on how they actually get there! ?
After removing the ring, the dog was returned, hopefully to recover and to live a long and happy life ?
and we got straight back to the fishing.
After such a good start, we hoped that we were on for a good session but sadly the next hour was very quiet, sport did eventually pick again though and for the rest of the evening we enjoyed pretty much a bite on every cast ?. Unfortunately the culprits were most likely strap conger and they all failed to result in secure hook-ups, meaning a series of well chewed baits but no eels .
The scratching rod was another matter and I caught a steady stream of dogs, but alas and rather frustratingly, there was no sign of the whiting I hoped for, to use as fresh bait.
I did eventually manage to catch a conger of my own, but at only around a pound in weight it was nowhere near the snake I’m after ?.
Eventually, after 4 hours of fishing and with midnight approaching, the drizzle finally caught up with us, so we called it a night and headed home to come up with a plan for our next session tomorrow night, when hopefully the snakes will come out to play ?.
After setting up camp on a likely looking ledge, it didn’t take long for the fish to find our baits and Steve started the session with exactly what we came for, if a little smaller than we hoped they would be ?, a strap conger of around 3lb ?.
While Steve started with an eel, I also had a bite on my conger rod but sadly it failed to hook up ?, but I still managed to beat the blank with an obliging doggie on the scratching rod. Interestingly though, as I swung the fish ashore I immediately spotted something amiss and for the first time in a long while, I found myself looking at a doggie with a black rubber ring cutting into the flesh behind its head, and just in front of the pectoral fins ?.
Now this was the third time I’ve caught such a doggie on Anglesey in the last 10 years or so, and the ring was exactly the same type as the last ones I caught. Very strange and the jury is still out on how they actually get there! ?
After removing the ring, the dog was returned, hopefully to recover and to live a long and happy life ?
and we got straight back to the fishing.
After such a good start, we hoped that we were on for a good session but sadly the next hour was very quiet, sport did eventually pick again though and for the rest of the evening we enjoyed pretty much a bite on every cast ?. Unfortunately the culprits were most likely strap conger and they all failed to result in secure hook-ups, meaning a series of well chewed baits but no eels .
The scratching rod was another matter and I caught a steady stream of dogs, but alas and rather frustratingly, there was no sign of the whiting I hoped for, to use as fresh bait.
I did eventually manage to catch a conger of my own, but at only around a pound in weight it was nowhere near the snake I’m after ?.
Eventually, after 4 hours of fishing and with midnight approaching, the drizzle finally caught up with us, so we called it a night and headed home to come up with a plan for our next session tomorrow night, when hopefully the snakes will come out to play ?.