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Fishing bike MK2 is now rolling! 990 KTM Superduke. Fitted a rod tube similar to my Suzuki, which has been sold to make room for my fishing kit. It is basically 110mm gutter down pipe resting on the rear foot peg and a plywood rack attached to the seat. All lashed with cable ties. Now speed tested!
The plan was for me and two non fishing bike mates, to blast down to Portland Bill, leave the bikes in the Pulpit Inn, catch some fish, then back to the pub for burgers and chips and a blast home. I was to be the bait and fish assistant, putting the worms on and taking the fish off. Another mixing my passions bikes and fishing session.
Set off and a blast looked off the cards, with the Friday, West heading traffic. We were getting along quite nicely though, then I caught sight of blue lights behind. Some of these new car lights have a blue tinge, but no, these were proper. Dropped into the traffic and waited for it to get closer. Ah an ambulance. No doubt we can stay in front, but let it pass. It is making good progress and the traffic is parting like the waters for Moses! We dropped in behind it at a respectful distance, but before the cars closed back in behind us. It was blues and twos for a good few miles and at times he was doing 70mph between the cars! Exciting for us, but he was on no joy ride, so we hope the customer gets well quickly.
Arrive Portland. Love that climb up the hill, when you can see along Chesil. Worth going slow for.
Parked in the Pulpit Inn above and locked the helmets to the bikes. The pub is almost opposite the spot we wanted to go too, which is back past the crane on some large flat rock shelves. The tide was a bit high, but good enough. Set up 2 x 9ft Ugly stick spinning rods, cheap Shakespeare reels and my usual species hunting rigs, one up, with running ledger down, size 6 hooks. baited with rag.
My mate Brian was first in with a wrasse. "Fish assistant" he calls.
My mate John is not getting any bites. Let me see if there are any in your spot. Took the rod, ropped the rig to the bottom. Lift the weight, let it settle, knock, knock, flick. Its on and so is my mate Brian. Hold the rod out to keep it from going under you, I say, just as mine did exactly the same. We now have two fish in their hidey holes/nests and they don't want to come out! Give it plenty of slack and it might swim out. Mine did and it was a pretty male corkwing. Returned it and re-baited and tried not to be smug when I handed the rod back to my mate, saying. "Yeah they are there". He got back into it and my mate eventually got his wrasse out to another call of. "Fish assistant!"
My mate John was not getting any or recognising any bites after a few bait changes. Well something was taking it! "I think you have got one mate". Reel it up. He does so and has his first wrasse. It was bit surreal as your 61 year old mate is really excited and shouting. " I got one, I caught a fish".
They are both on a roll now and keeping the bait and fish assistant busy. Brian edged it with the most fish and most species with Ballan, corkwing, shanny and black goby caught.
The tide is now getting to the most productive time with more ledges exposed, but the pub is beckoning. Off to the pub for burgers and chips (which were double or treble cooked with Italian herbs on them. They tasted better than it sounds and plenty of them) and a drink and to look at the pictures.
Bait and fish assistant surrounded by the conquering fishermen!!
Had a look around the outside of the pub with a view to taking the camper vans there sometime for a night.
The ride home was surprisingly clear with no speed records broken, well no recent ones anyway.
Not much of a fish catching session for me, but really rewarding and good fun, to see my mates do well.
In the evening l got 2, when are we doing it again, messages, so it looks like it was not just the fish that got hooked!
Portland Inn.
The Landlady is Debbie and you can contact the pub on their Facebook page. If you have a camper, you can stay on the land around the pub for a tenner a night. Great value and fantastic views.
The plan was for me and two non fishing bike mates, to blast down to Portland Bill, leave the bikes in the Pulpit Inn, catch some fish, then back to the pub for burgers and chips and a blast home. I was to be the bait and fish assistant, putting the worms on and taking the fish off. Another mixing my passions bikes and fishing session.
Set off and a blast looked off the cards, with the Friday, West heading traffic. We were getting along quite nicely though, then I caught sight of blue lights behind. Some of these new car lights have a blue tinge, but no, these were proper. Dropped into the traffic and waited for it to get closer. Ah an ambulance. No doubt we can stay in front, but let it pass. It is making good progress and the traffic is parting like the waters for Moses! We dropped in behind it at a respectful distance, but before the cars closed back in behind us. It was blues and twos for a good few miles and at times he was doing 70mph between the cars! Exciting for us, but he was on no joy ride, so we hope the customer gets well quickly.
Arrive Portland. Love that climb up the hill, when you can see along Chesil. Worth going slow for.
Parked in the Pulpit Inn above and locked the helmets to the bikes. The pub is almost opposite the spot we wanted to go too, which is back past the crane on some large flat rock shelves. The tide was a bit high, but good enough. Set up 2 x 9ft Ugly stick spinning rods, cheap Shakespeare reels and my usual species hunting rigs, one up, with running ledger down, size 6 hooks. baited with rag.
My mate Brian was first in with a wrasse. "Fish assistant" he calls.
My mate John is not getting any bites. Let me see if there are any in your spot. Took the rod, ropped the rig to the bottom. Lift the weight, let it settle, knock, knock, flick. Its on and so is my mate Brian. Hold the rod out to keep it from going under you, I say, just as mine did exactly the same. We now have two fish in their hidey holes/nests and they don't want to come out! Give it plenty of slack and it might swim out. Mine did and it was a pretty male corkwing. Returned it and re-baited and tried not to be smug when I handed the rod back to my mate, saying. "Yeah they are there". He got back into it and my mate eventually got his wrasse out to another call of. "Fish assistant!"
My mate John was not getting any or recognising any bites after a few bait changes. Well something was taking it! "I think you have got one mate". Reel it up. He does so and has his first wrasse. It was bit surreal as your 61 year old mate is really excited and shouting. " I got one, I caught a fish".
They are both on a roll now and keeping the bait and fish assistant busy. Brian edged it with the most fish and most species with Ballan, corkwing, shanny and black goby caught.
The tide is now getting to the most productive time with more ledges exposed, but the pub is beckoning. Off to the pub for burgers and chips (which were double or treble cooked with Italian herbs on them. They tasted better than it sounds and plenty of them) and a drink and to look at the pictures.
Bait and fish assistant surrounded by the conquering fishermen!!
Had a look around the outside of the pub with a view to taking the camper vans there sometime for a night.
The ride home was surprisingly clear with no speed records broken, well no recent ones anyway.
Not much of a fish catching session for me, but really rewarding and good fun, to see my mates do well.
In the evening l got 2, when are we doing it again, messages, so it looks like it was not just the fish that got hooked!
Portland Inn.
The Landlady is Debbie and you can contact the pub on their Facebook page. If you have a camper, you can stay on the land around the pub for a tenner a night. Great value and fantastic views.
Great report mate although missing some shots of you in leather 
