Mr Fish
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As some of you probably noticed, I posted yesterday about deeply gashing my finger on a tin. It wasn’t that long but it felt feckin deep.
However the local minor injuries unit weren’t too worried so suitably plastered up I headed up channel following a much appreciated bit of advice from Si the fishing machine.
At the mark I added a bit of extra protection…
Targets for the night were sole but it was possible a hound or two might show up as well.
So I deployed crab on a pennell rig and a two hook flapper with ragworm for Mr Sole.
Well, it was feckin slow. First cast produced a snotty eel that turned my sole rig into a ball of snot. It looked a lost cause but while the spare rig was fishing I fiddled with it and eventually teased it back into shape.
Good old Amnesia!
After that, absolutely nothing for ages, no bites, nowt.
At high tide I swapped crab and squid baits on one rod for ragworm and tried to focus on the sole.
I had a slow run, very slow, and it didn’t look like a hound. Maybe sole? I left it ages then carefully brought in something… that got snagged up close in and I couldn’t shift it. Argh! Too careful!
I left it in the rest and tried 10 minutes later and the gear came back fine, but no fish attached ?
The line was very tangled so might have been an eel, but I guess any fish snagged would tangle the trace.
Then… ZZZzzzzzzx!!! The other rod was off. That ain’t no sole!
Sure enough I steered in a lively hound of 8lb 5 on the sole rig.
Sorry but the picture of that fish is truly shocking. I’d set up a remote phone tripod and switch but still couldn’t get it to take a decent picture.
So, back out with crab on one, persisting with rag on the other.
It wasn’t long before the sole rig shot off again and this time I steered the first double of the night to shore, a 10lb 3 hound.
Still not a brilliant pic but clear at least.
Then I had a massive run on the crab, that I missed ?
What followed was a frantic 45 minutes. Another run on the crab resulted in a 10lb 4 hound, and I was rushing around, throwing on worms, chopping crab, lashing crab, changing knackered rigs and sweating like a bastard!
It culminated with the best fish of the night, this beauty, again on a sole rig and 20lb trace ?
After subtracting the weight sling I made it 13lb 14.
Sorry about the not great fish handling, I was trying to support the hound and take the picture and press the remote switch and it was all a bit of a faff. I need to do better with that.
Oh, and the finger dressing got ripped off somewhere among dealing with three double hounds and it was pudding blood again.
As I dried my dripping finger and added more plasters and tape, I surveyed the carnage.
Two beach casters dumped on the ground as I dealt with fish, plus a pile of chewed up rigs under the tripod and me sweating like a pig.
I had one more cast but not a touch, I think the tide had dropped a bit too much.
So I gathered up the shattered bits of my tackle and headed back to the car, absolutely knackered!
How does Si do it every other day?
However the local minor injuries unit weren’t too worried so suitably plastered up I headed up channel following a much appreciated bit of advice from Si the fishing machine.
At the mark I added a bit of extra protection…
Targets for the night were sole but it was possible a hound or two might show up as well.
So I deployed crab on a pennell rig and a two hook flapper with ragworm for Mr Sole.
Well, it was feckin slow. First cast produced a snotty eel that turned my sole rig into a ball of snot. It looked a lost cause but while the spare rig was fishing I fiddled with it and eventually teased it back into shape.
Good old Amnesia!
After that, absolutely nothing for ages, no bites, nowt.
At high tide I swapped crab and squid baits on one rod for ragworm and tried to focus on the sole.
I had a slow run, very slow, and it didn’t look like a hound. Maybe sole? I left it ages then carefully brought in something… that got snagged up close in and I couldn’t shift it. Argh! Too careful!
I left it in the rest and tried 10 minutes later and the gear came back fine, but no fish attached ?
The line was very tangled so might have been an eel, but I guess any fish snagged would tangle the trace.
Then… ZZZzzzzzzx!!! The other rod was off. That ain’t no sole!
Sure enough I steered in a lively hound of 8lb 5 on the sole rig.
Sorry but the picture of that fish is truly shocking. I’d set up a remote phone tripod and switch but still couldn’t get it to take a decent picture.
So, back out with crab on one, persisting with rag on the other.
It wasn’t long before the sole rig shot off again and this time I steered the first double of the night to shore, a 10lb 3 hound.
Still not a brilliant pic but clear at least.
Then I had a massive run on the crab, that I missed ?
What followed was a frantic 45 minutes. Another run on the crab resulted in a 10lb 4 hound, and I was rushing around, throwing on worms, chopping crab, lashing crab, changing knackered rigs and sweating like a bastard!
It culminated with the best fish of the night, this beauty, again on a sole rig and 20lb trace ?
After subtracting the weight sling I made it 13lb 14.
Sorry about the not great fish handling, I was trying to support the hound and take the picture and press the remote switch and it was all a bit of a faff. I need to do better with that.
Oh, and the finger dressing got ripped off somewhere among dealing with three double hounds and it was pudding blood again.
As I dried my dripping finger and added more plasters and tape, I surveyed the carnage.
Two beach casters dumped on the ground as I dealt with fish, plus a pile of chewed up rigs under the tripod and me sweating like a pig.
I had one more cast but not a touch, I think the tide had dropped a bit too much.
So I gathered up the shattered bits of my tackle and headed back to the car, absolutely knackered!
How does Si do it every other day?
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