Gold’nOldie
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Long time since I posted anything, got fed up with the general way that things were heading on this and the other well-known forum. Had a week’s holiday last week with wife just inland from, Chesil, so of course it would have been criminal not to throw in a limited amount of my gear, nothwithstanding the need to fit in the entire contents of my wife’s wardrobe and dressing table. Also squeezed in her friend, friend’s dog and copious amounts of friend and dog related luggage. The poor old Focus was bulging at the seams!
Anyway, managed to fit in a couple of long sessions, first on Monday late afternoon/evening well to the east of Cogden which proved to be a dead loss due to the weed - it looked like I’d had a pitched battle with a family of orang utans by the time I called it quits about an hour after high. Had a few whiting and pout early in the tide, but once the tide got going, couldn’t keep the lines in the water for more than a few minutes.
Second session was at Abbotsbury for a pre-arranged meet with a certain well-known angler on Wednesday afternoon/night. Met up in the village and was chauffeured to our chosen location west of the car park - very much appreciated Pete. We were set up and fishing by 5:00pm, with a light NW breeze, so no issues with weather and not a sign of the hideous weed that had plagued me two days previously.
On the fish front, usual suspects arrived - doggies to kick things off with the odd small pout, along with a codling for Pete. Enough to get the juices flowing anyway. We managed a few small codling between us with schoolies also putting in an appearance, mainly to Pete who was fishing squid baits close in on one rod. Doggies predominated and I had the privilege of witnessing Ted the Wonder Dog wrestling one into submission - what a pro! Did manage to extract something of a novelty for Chesil though, a small gilt head bream. As the tide died, so did the fishing, so home and bed beckoned.
Wasn’t what you’d call an epic session, but was thoroughly enjoyable with a few fish and plenty of chatter, not to mention a seemingly endless supply of hot tea from Pete’s shed. Was good to catch up again with Pete (and Ted), fingers crossed we can get together in my neck of the woods when you’re down in the next couple of weeks.
Sorry, no pics - if you don’t know what Chesil codling, doggies and bass look like by now just use your imaginations! Cheers for now, Bob.
Anyway, managed to fit in a couple of long sessions, first on Monday late afternoon/evening well to the east of Cogden which proved to be a dead loss due to the weed - it looked like I’d had a pitched battle with a family of orang utans by the time I called it quits about an hour after high. Had a few whiting and pout early in the tide, but once the tide got going, couldn’t keep the lines in the water for more than a few minutes.
Second session was at Abbotsbury for a pre-arranged meet with a certain well-known angler on Wednesday afternoon/night. Met up in the village and was chauffeured to our chosen location west of the car park - very much appreciated Pete. We were set up and fishing by 5:00pm, with a light NW breeze, so no issues with weather and not a sign of the hideous weed that had plagued me two days previously.
On the fish front, usual suspects arrived - doggies to kick things off with the odd small pout, along with a codling for Pete. Enough to get the juices flowing anyway. We managed a few small codling between us with schoolies also putting in an appearance, mainly to Pete who was fishing squid baits close in on one rod. Doggies predominated and I had the privilege of witnessing Ted the Wonder Dog wrestling one into submission - what a pro! Did manage to extract something of a novelty for Chesil though, a small gilt head bream. As the tide died, so did the fishing, so home and bed beckoned.
Wasn’t what you’d call an epic session, but was thoroughly enjoyable with a few fish and plenty of chatter, not to mention a seemingly endless supply of hot tea from Pete’s shed. Was good to catch up again with Pete (and Ted), fingers crossed we can get together in my neck of the woods when you’re down in the next couple of weeks.
Sorry, no pics - if you don’t know what Chesil codling, doggies and bass look like by now just use your imaginations! Cheers for now, Bob.
