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We had an afternoon out on Wednesday, encouraged by a good forecast which turned out to be a little over-optimistic. Mark was skipper, making the most of the his last day before flying south for the winter, returning to his studies in Bristol.
He steered us out of the marina and over the first, close in wreck to see what awaited. We’ve not fished the wrecks much this year as every time we try they’ve been quiet and sent us scurrying back to the rough ground where sport has been a bit more reliable. Was this trip to be the start of something different?
As soon as his lead hit the bottom he tightened into the first fish of the day, a reasonable cod, the bar was set. Follow-up drifts showed it was the only fish we’d catch off that wreck. The next wreck appeared empty and so did the next one and the next; the pattern repeated itself as we moved south to the six and seven milers. The pressure was on the skipper to find some fish for his crew.
Plan B – rough ground brought respite from a fast drift though only produced small numbers of small fish which hardly salvaged the day. After an hour we pointed the boat south and beat a familiar path back through the chop and spray to the shelter of the piers and marina where the other returning boats were reporting only slightly better luck.
The rough ground fishing has been OK this year but for us, the wrecks have yet to start.
First drop, first fish
He steered us out of the marina and over the first, close in wreck to see what awaited. We’ve not fished the wrecks much this year as every time we try they’ve been quiet and sent us scurrying back to the rough ground where sport has been a bit more reliable. Was this trip to be the start of something different?
As soon as his lead hit the bottom he tightened into the first fish of the day, a reasonable cod, the bar was set. Follow-up drifts showed it was the only fish we’d catch off that wreck. The next wreck appeared empty and so did the next one and the next; the pattern repeated itself as we moved south to the six and seven milers. The pressure was on the skipper to find some fish for his crew.
Plan B – rough ground brought respite from a fast drift though only produced small numbers of small fish which hardly salvaged the day. After an hour we pointed the boat south and beat a familiar path back through the chop and spray to the shelter of the piers and marina where the other returning boats were reporting only slightly better luck.
The rough ground fishing has been OK this year but for us, the wrecks have yet to start.
First drop, first fish
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