So...I hope everyone has been out enjoying themselves and catching loads of fish!?
The plan for me this year was to fish the life out of three different marks in the hope of sussing out some kind of rhythm. A couple of short sessions a week and a bi monthly all dayer. I've kept a diary and everything. It's going ok, I've very rarely blanked but just as rarely caught anything worth of a mention. lots of bits around the 2lb mark and lots and LOTS of proper tiny ones.
Last Saturday I spent a good few hours at a mark where I've had all my best fish and where I felt I was really getting to grips with. 2 fish in a handful of casts straight of the bat. Nothing massive, just short of a couple of pound. "Yes mate, here we go", I thought, and then nothing....for five hours, even though at times every couple of seconds I would see a spikey dorsal darting about or a big swirl or bow wave. I tried everything I had and could I catch one? Could I fuck. I must've covered every square foot of water and just as I was reeling in to walk off the beach and blame it on something other than my shit angling, WHACK! I'm in. Brilliant scrap, it had a few tries and fair play but it was well hooked and eventually I slid it up the beach onto the wrack.
Real thick 62cm. New PB for me. Unfortunately there was lots of blood and although I rushed the photo and tried my best it was not swimming away or even looking to get any better. Ive never killed a bass and was massively unprepared. I don't even carry a knife. I looked around the shore for something to speed up the job and inspired by my old parachute regiment days, picked up a brick and used my initiative. To make myself feel better I gave her to a mate who would do something special with her.
So a bit high and low on this one but worthy of a report I thought.
Thanks for reading.