Fires and camping
Posted: 30 Sep 2018, 14:34
With the tides and weather looking good, for this time of year. I managed to get a week off work. I'd planned a three day event. My fishing buddies Sedge and Steve to arrive later
I'd remembered doing well last September. 30 fish in one session including loosing a mahoooosive fish due, to not having a net.
It was also a good time to test my new tent in the Autumn chill.
Tent erected with an inflatable pump in minutes
The first session was great. I started off with baby patch 500g. I could have left all my other lures back at the tent. From low for three hours. It was a Bass or a hit almost none stop. At least 20 bass. Nothing big up to 50cm. However, it was great fun. The Bass were ravenous. No matter where, I cast, they would go for it.
I merrily fished the flood singing or whistling quango, quango quango - for some strange reason . I couldn't get this song out of my head. Sedge was not amused by the end of the trip and found himself singing it ha haa.
A typical hungry Silver nark.
The next morning was slower with five small bass again to the baby patch in 500g.
The water clouded up as the tide flooded the fishing went quiet. I reasoned my newly painted Nacre patch might work.
First cast and a nice 58cm
In the afternoon, I went to an estuary as I have caught there before in the bright sunshine
Just the one small bass here but, it's always satisfying when a new lure pays dividends and saves a blank.
I returned to my tent in an ebullient and effervescent mood - looking forward to a morning session. Fire lit and feeling good
That evening Sedge an me went for an Indian later Steve turned up at camp. Another fire lit and the two of them consumed a full bottle of pink gin - whahaaa.
The next day we tried a remote venue we needed some local knowledge. Lovely chap 85 year old Fred, an ex fisherman himself - who was returning to the area after an being evacuated here during WW2
A long way down seemed even further on the way back. Sedge breathing like an asthmatic ant carrying home it's shopping.
The following morning the fishing was a bit slower. Sedge had 2 bass to 3lb and a few gars Steve and I had two.
Three hours from low I hooked into the biggest fish I ever hooked into following on from a stumble and a soaking.
Sedge, said he pulled a muscle laughing.
Sedge, was ready to help he and Steve observing my every moment. Rod bending and fishing taking line. It jumped out of the water and twisted about 50 yards out. My line suddenly stuck fast. I new it was caught on one of the bountiful rocks (the one behind me) . I waited and waited. Ping, my line had snapped, dohhhhh.
I take some satisfaction that, I didn't do much wrong Still hurts though.
Steve gave me some honey to take home, from one of his Staffordshire beehives. This helped sweeten the blow
Cheers all.
Those three days . I have to say were the best three days of my life. I absolutely loved it.
Great fishing, fantastic walks, scenery and brilliant company.
I'd remembered doing well last September. 30 fish in one session including loosing a mahoooosive fish due, to not having a net.
It was also a good time to test my new tent in the Autumn chill.
Tent erected with an inflatable pump in minutes
The first session was great. I started off with baby patch 500g. I could have left all my other lures back at the tent. From low for three hours. It was a Bass or a hit almost none stop. At least 20 bass. Nothing big up to 50cm. However, it was great fun. The Bass were ravenous. No matter where, I cast, they would go for it.
I merrily fished the flood singing or whistling quango, quango quango - for some strange reason . I couldn't get this song out of my head. Sedge was not amused by the end of the trip and found himself singing it ha haa.
A typical hungry Silver nark.
The next morning was slower with five small bass again to the baby patch in 500g.
The water clouded up as the tide flooded the fishing went quiet. I reasoned my newly painted Nacre patch might work.
First cast and a nice 58cm
In the afternoon, I went to an estuary as I have caught there before in the bright sunshine
Just the one small bass here but, it's always satisfying when a new lure pays dividends and saves a blank.
I returned to my tent in an ebullient and effervescent mood - looking forward to a morning session. Fire lit and feeling good
That evening Sedge an me went for an Indian later Steve turned up at camp. Another fire lit and the two of them consumed a full bottle of pink gin - whahaaa.
The next day we tried a remote venue we needed some local knowledge. Lovely chap 85 year old Fred, an ex fisherman himself - who was returning to the area after an being evacuated here during WW2
A long way down seemed even further on the way back. Sedge breathing like an asthmatic ant carrying home it's shopping.
The following morning the fishing was a bit slower. Sedge had 2 bass to 3lb and a few gars Steve and I had two.
Three hours from low I hooked into the biggest fish I ever hooked into following on from a stumble and a soaking.
Sedge, said he pulled a muscle laughing.
Sedge, was ready to help he and Steve observing my every moment. Rod bending and fishing taking line. It jumped out of the water and twisted about 50 yards out. My line suddenly stuck fast. I new it was caught on one of the bountiful rocks (the one behind me) . I waited and waited. Ping, my line had snapped, dohhhhh.
I take some satisfaction that, I didn't do much wrong Still hurts though.
Steve gave me some honey to take home, from one of his Staffordshire beehives. This helped sweeten the blow
Cheers all.
Those three days . I have to say were the best three days of my life. I absolutely loved it.
Great fishing, fantastic walks, scenery and brilliant company.