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Monday 30/12/2024
Fishing time- . 11.30am to 16.00
Tide.- high water 1800 pm 11.44 meters
Wind- South West 10 mph
Air Pressure.- 1026 mb
Surf conditions - height, 2 ft, with 5/6 Tables , Stretching out - 150 meters
General conditions.- Grey overcast misty, heavy drizzly showers, with ocasional short sunny spells.
Bait- Lug and King rag
Tackle set up- Any fish anywhere four and bait paired with a Penn mag 3,
and a Blackrock Foosa with a 7000 fixed spool,
End tackle - 4 and 5 oz weights, one up one down flapper, 2/0 hooks on the AFAW and size two on the continental set up.
Hi gents and ladies.
I walked out on to the beach in fine drizzle, with a wind more or less straight in the chops. Apart from the odd dog walkers I had the beach to myself, no other fishermen and bonus no surfers. The surf was scruffy 5/6 breakers tight together stetching out 150 meters or more, looked like a flounder surf.
I knew or thought I knew that this time of the year it was going to be a waiting game with one fish or if I'm lucky two, but more likely a blank.
I cast the two rods out giving it a bit of welly over low water, cutting down distance as the tide advanced. After twenty minutes the AFAW started bouncing, I leaned into a fish and was delighted to see a flounder skimming in over the Surf. The flounder was a typical winter fish, a really thick fish with shoulders like Mr Schwarzenegger, no doubt getting ready to move out to spawn, he or she was lightly hooked and went back with out a fuss.
I had to wait an hour and a half before I noticed a bit of slack line on the Foosa, I took up the slack and stood bent over behind rod waiting for the rod to buck. Something bucked but not the Foosa as I'm pent up ready to strike the other rod arched over once and on the second time Ilifted the rod stricking as the rod went over.
The Rod took on a very healthy bend but as the weight hadn't tripped I was sure how big the fish was. Forty yards in, and I felt the weight trip and the rod remained bent over in a strong arc, and I knew this was a decent fish. When the the fish appeared out of the surf I was chuffed I guessed it to be about 5 1/2 lb but it weighed just short of 5. Like the flounder this was a solid fish with heavy shouldersn. I Weighed her and got her back in the surf as quick as possible, it was a good feeling watching her swim strongly away. Most the fish on the beach this time of the year are heavy with roe so get them back and guarantee our sport for the future.
By the time I returned to Foosa the line had gone slack again I picked up the rod tightened up and felt the rod buck once again I leaned into a fish much the same as the first I wasn't aware of it's size until the weight tripped. This one I guessed around 2 lb and I was nearly spot on, no photo this time I had both rods out of the water and fish arounnd , a photo session was the furthest thing from my mind.
Another hour past with baits comming in more or less as they went out. I had to have a pee so it was back to the rods or the wind would be giving me a golden shower lol. As I turned around stil trying to do my jacket up, the line dropped to the floor. I cranked on the reel as fast as I could striking as I felt the weight, this time the weight tripped straight away I knew another decent fish was on its way in. I slid her up the beach when to my horror the hook hold gave way, I scooped it up and threw it up the beach. Like all women she had her revenge, as when I tried to pick her up one handed I ended up with couple of spikes in my hand. She weighed a shade less than three and even after a being bounced up the beach and a quick photo swam away slowly but strongly.
I was prety wet by now and far worst I was struggling to see with a combination of rain and mist on my glasses. Then at four o'clock I went back to my box get my headlamp for the last hour of my session only to dicovered I hadn't packed the bloody thing.
With mixed feelings I made the decision to pack up early, I knew If I had any sort of problem in the dark and with misted up glasses I was going to struggle.
It had been a cracking session, though I was going before time in what is often a very good time to be fishing I walked off the beach a happy man. They say to get out on the beach before a storm hits, and it was certainly good advice as far as I'm concerned.
Another soaking brewing on the horizon
Happy new year to you all, and may you rod never stop twitching lol.
Monday 30/12/2024
Fishing time- . 11.30am to 16.00
Tide.- high water 1800 pm 11.44 meters
Wind- South West 10 mph
Air Pressure.- 1026 mb
Surf conditions - height, 2 ft, with 5/6 Tables , Stretching out - 150 meters
General conditions.- Grey overcast misty, heavy drizzly showers, with ocasional short sunny spells.
Bait- Lug and King rag
Tackle set up- Any fish anywhere four and bait paired with a Penn mag 3,
and a Blackrock Foosa with a 7000 fixed spool,
End tackle - 4 and 5 oz weights, one up one down flapper, 2/0 hooks on the AFAW and size two on the continental set up.
Hi gents and ladies.
I walked out on to the beach in fine drizzle, with a wind more or less straight in the chops. Apart from the odd dog walkers I had the beach to myself, no other fishermen and bonus no surfers. The surf was scruffy 5/6 breakers tight together stetching out 150 meters or more, looked like a flounder surf.
I knew or thought I knew that this time of the year it was going to be a waiting game with one fish or if I'm lucky two, but more likely a blank.
I cast the two rods out giving it a bit of welly over low water, cutting down distance as the tide advanced. After twenty minutes the AFAW started bouncing, I leaned into a fish and was delighted to see a flounder skimming in over the Surf. The flounder was a typical winter fish, a really thick fish with shoulders like Mr Schwarzenegger, no doubt getting ready to move out to spawn, he or she was lightly hooked and went back with out a fuss.
I had to wait an hour and a half before I noticed a bit of slack line on the Foosa, I took up the slack and stood bent over behind rod waiting for the rod to buck. Something bucked but not the Foosa as I'm pent up ready to strike the other rod arched over once and on the second time Ilifted the rod stricking as the rod went over.
The Rod took on a very healthy bend but as the weight hadn't tripped I was sure how big the fish was. Forty yards in, and I felt the weight trip and the rod remained bent over in a strong arc, and I knew this was a decent fish. When the the fish appeared out of the surf I was chuffed I guessed it to be about 5 1/2 lb but it weighed just short of 5. Like the flounder this was a solid fish with heavy shouldersn. I Weighed her and got her back in the surf as quick as possible, it was a good feeling watching her swim strongly away. Most the fish on the beach this time of the year are heavy with roe so get them back and guarantee our sport for the future.
By the time I returned to Foosa the line had gone slack again I picked up the rod tightened up and felt the rod buck once again I leaned into a fish much the same as the first I wasn't aware of it's size until the weight tripped. This one I guessed around 2 lb and I was nearly spot on, no photo this time I had both rods out of the water and fish arounnd , a photo session was the furthest thing from my mind.
Another hour past with baits comming in more or less as they went out. I had to have a pee so it was back to the rods or the wind would be giving me a golden shower lol. As I turned around stil trying to do my jacket up, the line dropped to the floor. I cranked on the reel as fast as I could striking as I felt the weight, this time the weight tripped straight away I knew another decent fish was on its way in. I slid her up the beach when to my horror the hook hold gave way, I scooped it up and threw it up the beach. Like all women she had her revenge, as when I tried to pick her up one handed I ended up with couple of spikes in my hand. She weighed a shade less than three and even after a being bounced up the beach and a quick photo swam away slowly but strongly.
I was prety wet by now and far worst I was struggling to see with a combination of rain and mist on my glasses. Then at four o'clock I went back to my box get my headlamp for the last hour of my session only to dicovered I hadn't packed the bloody thing.
With mixed feelings I made the decision to pack up early, I knew If I had any sort of problem in the dark and with misted up glasses I was going to struggle.
It had been a cracking session, though I was going before time in what is often a very good time to be fishing I walked off the beach a happy man. They say to get out on the beach before a storm hits, and it was certainly good advice as far as I'm concerned.
Another soaking brewing on the horizon
Happy new year to you all, and may you rod never stop twitching lol.
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