Sole intentions
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- Joined
- Oct 3, 2020
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- 102
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- Location
- Nawfuk
- Favourite Fishing
- Shore
Couldn't resist having a first session for 3 months while this warm snap is occurring.
Raided the freezer and found a pack of black lug that Scott gifted me last summer and set off to the estuary armed with one rod and a bucket of bits. Didn't really expect to catch anything as the water is still freezing but hoped for a Flounder.
Started about 40 minutes before sunset and was treated to Starling murmerations, umpteen species of waders, Lapwings, both Canada and Pink Footed Geese, Teal, Mallard, Widgeon and Shelduck. Plus, a flock of one of my favourite birds the Curlew, which is sadly gravely endangered, so a real treat to witness at least 150 currently wintering on the mud. Rarest sighting of the day was a Great Egret, just like a White Egret but bigger. The RSPB websites cites the following....
What they eat:
Fish, insects and frogs, caught by spearing with its long, sharp beak.
Population:
UK wintering: 35 birds
So consequently I felt extremely privileged to see one of these.
Oh yeah, I was supposed to be fishing!
Baits remained almost bizarrely untouched, I say that as every time I've fished there previously its alive with crabs but clearly they were still hibernating, just like the fish.
Darkness fell, moon shone bright, my headlight was useful but not essential. It got cold and so to last cast. Blimey a rattle on the tip of the Carp rod, or did I dream it? Left it a couple of minutes but no more action and when I retrieved the bait was untouched. My curiosity was however raised and I decided to have one more cast. 15 further minutes of simply getting colder and the tip rattles again in a flatfishie manner. I twitch the bait but nothing, count to 100 and reel in, hello feels a bit more weight than from the usual 2 ounce lead and so it proved to be, as a perfect little February Fat Freddy Flounder was swung to hand, posed for the camera and then released to grow bigger.
I walked the 15 minutes back to the car under the moonlight with my feet getting slightly warmer with every step. Found myself thinking, it was a good idea to go fishing. When I was then treated to a fly-by from a Short Eared Owl who came within about 20 feet of me, he/she looked me in the eye and simply carried on their hunt and that was the final gift.
Raided the freezer and found a pack of black lug that Scott gifted me last summer and set off to the estuary armed with one rod and a bucket of bits. Didn't really expect to catch anything as the water is still freezing but hoped for a Flounder.
Started about 40 minutes before sunset and was treated to Starling murmerations, umpteen species of waders, Lapwings, both Canada and Pink Footed Geese, Teal, Mallard, Widgeon and Shelduck. Plus, a flock of one of my favourite birds the Curlew, which is sadly gravely endangered, so a real treat to witness at least 150 currently wintering on the mud. Rarest sighting of the day was a Great Egret, just like a White Egret but bigger. The RSPB websites cites the following....
What they eat:
Fish, insects and frogs, caught by spearing with its long, sharp beak.
Population:
UK wintering: 35 birds
So consequently I felt extremely privileged to see one of these.
Oh yeah, I was supposed to be fishing!
Baits remained almost bizarrely untouched, I say that as every time I've fished there previously its alive with crabs but clearly they were still hibernating, just like the fish.
Darkness fell, moon shone bright, my headlight was useful but not essential. It got cold and so to last cast. Blimey a rattle on the tip of the Carp rod, or did I dream it? Left it a couple of minutes but no more action and when I retrieved the bait was untouched. My curiosity was however raised and I decided to have one more cast. 15 further minutes of simply getting colder and the tip rattles again in a flatfishie manner. I twitch the bait but nothing, count to 100 and reel in, hello feels a bit more weight than from the usual 2 ounce lead and so it proved to be, as a perfect little February Fat Freddy Flounder was swung to hand, posed for the camera and then released to grow bigger.
I walked the 15 minutes back to the car under the moonlight with my feet getting slightly warmer with every step. Found myself thinking, it was a good idea to go fishing. When I was then treated to a fly-by from a Short Eared Owl who came within about 20 feet of me, he/she looked me in the eye and simply carried on their hunt and that was the final gift.