So, for the first time in two years I took my dad fishing yesterday. We met at 7.45am and we’re gone from the pontoon by 8.
We drifted in the solent shallows for an hour first to try for plaice. Nothing.
Ok, so contInue east with the tide to Browndown. Drop the anchor and settle in waiting for the action to start.
Nothing... for an hour. Then I pulled in a mediocre sized dog fish. Then my dad pulled in a smaller one. Well he had to have a photo, and did his best at trying to make it bigger than it was.
That was it. 5 hours we sat there for two LSD’s. Not even any other bites.
What a disappointment.
The biggest highlight of the day was me throwing my conoflex kayak rod and small 4000 sized shimano reel over the side only to watch it float on the surface teasingly for 6 seconds, then descend to the bottom.
So 2 dogs, a lost rod and some decent catch up time with the old man.
A good day out!