Up at the absolute crack of dawn this morning before it was even properly light, 4am to be precise. At the boat by just before 6am.
Stopped to have a quick chat with @Rocket Ron in the marina. Everyone and their dog appeared to be planning an early session judging by how densely moored all the dry stack boats were on the holding pontoon. Ron's anchor was pretty much in the the next boat's splashwell, so I did my good deed for the day by helping to shove him off... the boat off the pontoon I should say, not him into the water.
After seeing him off I gently nudged Jersey Girl out of her berth and into the harbour. Lovely flat calm conditions. As I turned on my VHF I caught the tail end of the coastguard asking all vessels to keep a sharp lookout for a MOB in a red lifejacket...! Fingers crossed he/she was ok.
The conditions remained flat out past St Helen's on the IoW.
The plan was to try off St Cats Point for a bass or pollack with the slow jigs, then head into Sandown Bay to drift for bream.
The first half of my plan sucked. St Cats was empty of fish, or maybe just the marks I was trying, because after 2 hours of prospecting it was one-nil to the blank.
Coming back east on the flood to Sandown Bay I rigged up my bream rod (aka a 9ft spinning rod and fixed spool reel). I was using 2 hook flappers with yellow pop-ups and I had rigged the snoods as pennells. Hopefully this would maximise my chances of hooking up instead of having my bait nipped off. Squid strips were the main course and they went down well! Plenty of rattles from the off, followed by a small bream. One-all and the blank beaten!
On the next drift a better specimen presented himself.
The next few drifts offered up another couple of bream and plenty of missed bites. I was starting to turn lobster pink in the sun by this time. Too hot! Time to head for home.
On the run back into the harbour I saw the biggest flock of sea birds I've ever come across. Didn't seem to be feeding though, which was just as well seeing as it was crazy busy with boaters in the harbour.
By now there was a 7kt breeze from the SE, which had risen just in time to make a mockery of my solo mooring attempts. They say a picture paints a thousand words, so I'll just leave you with this rough outline of my attempt to get onto the holding pontoon. It's ok... you can point and laugh... π€£