Spurred on by Canman’s post about the inshore wrecks, and an ear-bashing by the wife for spending too much on diesel, we spent Wed afternoon closer to home.
A couple of miles out, as soon as the first drop hit the bottom it tangled with the wreck. About to pull to break the line all would have been lost until a six pounder pulled it free. When Mark hooked up with a similar fish at the same time it looked like we were in for a bumper day. A few more fish came in during the drift but nothing of the same size as we first caught, that’s the curse of the first “cast”. One surprise was landing and returning a whiting that must have been at least a pound and a half. His mates were all tiny but still managed to savage baits and sometimes take a 6/0 hook.
We only landed, and returned, one ling; is anyone else getting far fewer of them now than at the start of the season? It was still full of life coming from a shallower wreck and twisted out my hands and back to sea before any photo’s were taken, no pic’s this time.
Mackerel have reappeared as the water clears and I kept a couple of dozen to freeze as bait for the rest of the season. Mackeral are Mark’s favourite fish so after landing a few I handed him the rod with mackerel feathers on. He dropped the line over his side of the boat for five minutes without catching, I took it back, dropped it over my side and was straight back into another string of them. Fish over the starboard side if you want mac’s. The gulls loved us more than usual as we motored back up the Tyne filleting the fish on the way.
Overall, it was a good afternoon with quantity more than quality.
A couple of miles out, as soon as the first drop hit the bottom it tangled with the wreck. About to pull to break the line all would have been lost until a six pounder pulled it free. When Mark hooked up with a similar fish at the same time it looked like we were in for a bumper day. A few more fish came in during the drift but nothing of the same size as we first caught, that’s the curse of the first “cast”. One surprise was landing and returning a whiting that must have been at least a pound and a half. His mates were all tiny but still managed to savage baits and sometimes take a 6/0 hook.
We only landed, and returned, one ling; is anyone else getting far fewer of them now than at the start of the season? It was still full of life coming from a shallower wreck and twisted out my hands and back to sea before any photo’s were taken, no pic’s this time.
Mackerel have reappeared as the water clears and I kept a couple of dozen to freeze as bait for the rest of the season. Mackeral are Mark’s favourite fish so after landing a few I handed him the rod with mackerel feathers on. He dropped the line over his side of the boat for five minutes without catching, I took it back, dropped it over my side and was straight back into another string of them. Fish over the starboard side if you want mac’s. The gulls loved us more than usual as we motored back up the Tyne filleting the fish on the way.
Overall, it was a good afternoon with quantity more than quality.
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