Every cast a coconut…

December 6, 2014

Three young lads, I’m guessing two friends and a brother that had to come along, trudged past me on a deserted beach. There seems to be an unwritten rule in angling that says no matter how many miles of beach there is you must fish as close to anyone who is fishing, so it was no surprise when they set up camp next to me.

I will give them there due though, it was a respectful distance. As my fishing was poor I was able to observe them getting along and it was great to see them working together and helping each other out. One of the pack was the expert, although his freshwater rod bag gave the impression that sea angling was still relatively new to him and it also looked like all the equipment was new, so I could just imagine the earlier excitement of the trip.

They were soon set up and casting out as far as they could however the younger brother had to be given tuition in the art of distance casting. He took the instructions well, learnt quickly and it wasn’t long before they started to see a steady stream of whiting hit the beach. Although there fish handling will improve over time it was great to note the fish being returned, however most floated past me, belly up. But what a contrast to when I was younger when every thing was kept regardless of size.

Is this a sign of a significant step change in attitudes or because of their freshwater back ground? I hope its the former. As time progressed the chilly easterly grew colder and out came there bags of food lovingly prepared by their Mums, it was then becoming noticeable who was really enjoying their day. Two of the lads started to talk and play with each other while one turned his back and rod to the others and fished with real enthusiasm for the task and got his just rewards.

He discovered a band of whiting about 50yards out and just couldn’t go wrong for they were there in plague numbers, every cast a coconut. I packed up before dark wondering how long the band of brothers were to continue with their quest and pretty certain that at least one of the lads would be back.


Not today

November 10, 2014

Managed to fish the tide up and over for a few hours, conditions looked great and the sea had turned a nice colour. I was full of optimism but after 3 hours I decided enough was enough and trudged back dejected.

Not a touch


November 9, 2014

Conditions were far from ideal, dead calm and really warm for the time of year with a blazing sun in a cloudless blue sky beating down for most of the day. And to make it worse I wasn’t alone, in fact I have never seen it so busy down there what with the number of rods or the record number of dog walkers.

It was going to be one of those sessions that was about enjoying the day, and not wishing things were different, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. I’m still using the mackerel on one rod and squid on the second and was soon covering the ground in front of me with bait on the hook and ground-bait for bass attracting scent.

Recently I have started to experiment with a new technique that appears to work best following a storm and still rough seas. I will share soon but it’s still early days and I think I may have missed my best chance of really proving it this year. Early days I know but it really has great potential and brings me back to the days when my Dad and I used to fish together.

Recently the new ‘best’ time is one hour before high and sure enough at 11.20 I noticed a small knock on the right hand rod. However after a few minutes nothing came of it so decided to get some food from my rucksack (will I ever learn) when the reel went into melt down. It stopped when I got to the rod but started again as I picked it up, but the momentarily lack of tension caused the line to wrap around the rod rest cup.

Although it only took moments to sort, the bass was able to blow the bait up the line and in doing so remove the hook-hold, however I did feel the weight of the run for about 2 to 3 seconds and it felt big and strong, in fact bigger than anything I have hooked this year. This doesn’t mean it was necessarily bigger as all bass can fight at different levels at different times, but over the years you do get a feeling, and it definitely gave me that feeling…

A friend who was also fishing further along had a good bass after high which stopped me from packing up for a while, but as I have never had any great success on an ebbing tide my heart wasn’t really into it and I soon made the decision to pack (plus the wife wasn’t too happy!)

I think I may be back tomorrow. I really hope I can as I am still smarting, which is really difficult to explain to someone who doesn’t fish, but its a strange feeling that needs to be addressed – almost like an addiction I suppose