Tow-rag
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Hi folks,
It HAS been a while hasn't it?
It feels like ages since I wet a line because...it has!
Anyways, my mate Baz caught half a dozen Mackerel on Saturday. I was invited along but was in Saltash at band practice so missed out. So I got my gear ready for Sunday, but as you probably witnessed...it was severely rained off...∆rse.
Today however promised a puny N breeze, some sun and maybe a light shower or two...time to dust off the tackle and get back in the saddle.
Hmm, Monday bank hol...probably be busy, thick traffic and a heaving car park.
No problem for my trusty scooter as I can traffic hop, and get it right down by the harbour wall. Then it's Shanks Pony along to the mark. I needn't have worried for traffic there was none, not a soul at the harbour or little beach, and more importantly no bugger on the tiny mark. The wet ground everywhere testified that somehow I'd missed the predicted shower... happy days! Though I still stowed my rainproofs.
I had only brought my spin rod and lures as I was targeting Macks. Boy was I out of condition huffing and puffing climbing down to my perch, crikey; I was Kerry Packered. High tide was 19:20, and I had an hour to kill until then. Snapped on a silver dart and got busy, if Baz can catch then so can I. To my amazement I nabbed my quarry first cast...and the 2nd, 3rd and fourth!! The sea was flat calm without a boat or pesky bouy in sight. I was having a blast now with a nice juicy plump Mack roughly every tenth cast until the inevitable lull... and the sudden shower. Quickly scrambled over to my holdall for my pakky makky and got back into the fray. Next a couple of Pollack which I returned in favour of more blue tigers.
I texted Baz, he said he would've joined me, only he'd been on the red juice of the grape, therefore unfit to drive...never mind, more fish for me!
Rocks were now well wetted and leathally slippery. I'd already lost my sandwich to the deep when landing hard on my butt. Maybe time to call it a day, big black clouds were massing, and the bites were drying up. I had a decent bag of swag by now so I launched out my last cast... bingo! In came another beauty. Umm... just a couple more?
Good decision as I had another good spell of catching albeit standing further back from the rock edge. All of a sudden it grew very dark, the thick black cloud blotted out the sky completely and I didn't bring a headlight. As much as I hate to stop when I'm catching, common sense prevailed and I clambered back up the cliff and hotfooted it back to my very damp scooter. I ached like a ba$tard, especially with the heavy bag of fish. Still nobody at the harbour...where has everybody gone???
Fired up the scooter and revved off. No other vehicles either, I had seen more fish than people. Normally May day bank hol brings folks brings Cornish folk out in there droves...had I slipped into some strange parallel universe??? Who cares, I had a great sesh, and a day off work. I felt slightly bad as I should really have been practicing for a pub gig on Thursday with my band, hopefully it will be alright on the night. We're not on till late, so hopefully the punters will be too sozzled by then to notice.
Back at home and cleaning the catch with a beer in hand.
My bag contained 22 lovely Mackerel so I was well happy despite Wifey complaining about the whiff in the kitchen.
Ah well, all's well that ends well.
Cheers.
TR.
It HAS been a while hasn't it?
It feels like ages since I wet a line because...it has!
Anyways, my mate Baz caught half a dozen Mackerel on Saturday. I was invited along but was in Saltash at band practice so missed out. So I got my gear ready for Sunday, but as you probably witnessed...it was severely rained off...∆rse.
Today however promised a puny N breeze, some sun and maybe a light shower or two...time to dust off the tackle and get back in the saddle.
Hmm, Monday bank hol...probably be busy, thick traffic and a heaving car park.
No problem for my trusty scooter as I can traffic hop, and get it right down by the harbour wall. Then it's Shanks Pony along to the mark. I needn't have worried for traffic there was none, not a soul at the harbour or little beach, and more importantly no bugger on the tiny mark. The wet ground everywhere testified that somehow I'd missed the predicted shower... happy days! Though I still stowed my rainproofs.
I had only brought my spin rod and lures as I was targeting Macks. Boy was I out of condition huffing and puffing climbing down to my perch, crikey; I was Kerry Packered. High tide was 19:20, and I had an hour to kill until then. Snapped on a silver dart and got busy, if Baz can catch then so can I. To my amazement I nabbed my quarry first cast...and the 2nd, 3rd and fourth!! The sea was flat calm without a boat or pesky bouy in sight. I was having a blast now with a nice juicy plump Mack roughly every tenth cast until the inevitable lull... and the sudden shower. Quickly scrambled over to my holdall for my pakky makky and got back into the fray. Next a couple of Pollack which I returned in favour of more blue tigers.
I texted Baz, he said he would've joined me, only he'd been on the red juice of the grape, therefore unfit to drive...never mind, more fish for me!
Rocks were now well wetted and leathally slippery. I'd already lost my sandwich to the deep when landing hard on my butt. Maybe time to call it a day, big black clouds were massing, and the bites were drying up. I had a decent bag of swag by now so I launched out my last cast... bingo! In came another beauty. Umm... just a couple more?
Good decision as I had another good spell of catching albeit standing further back from the rock edge. All of a sudden it grew very dark, the thick black cloud blotted out the sky completely and I didn't bring a headlight. As much as I hate to stop when I'm catching, common sense prevailed and I clambered back up the cliff and hotfooted it back to my very damp scooter. I ached like a ba$tard, especially with the heavy bag of fish. Still nobody at the harbour...where has everybody gone???
Fired up the scooter and revved off. No other vehicles either, I had seen more fish than people. Normally May day bank hol brings folks brings Cornish folk out in there droves...had I slipped into some strange parallel universe??? Who cares, I had a great sesh, and a day off work. I felt slightly bad as I should really have been practicing for a pub gig on Thursday with my band, hopefully it will be alright on the night. We're not on till late, so hopefully the punters will be too sozzled by then to notice.
Back at home and cleaning the catch with a beer in hand.
My bag contained 22 lovely Mackerel so I was well happy despite Wifey complaining about the whiff in the kitchen.
Ah well, all's well that ends well.
Cheers.
TR.
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