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Mr Grumpy pants here spent the week expecting fishy heaven on the Ardnamurchan peninsula.
Alas, someone must of grassed me up to the mackeral fairies as I\'ve never had such a bad week. Arrived sunday. 30-40mph winds coming off the atlantic. Never seen such big waves. Anyone that knows the position of the lighthouse will know what I mean when I tell you that as the waves hit the rocks the spray was hitting the bottom third of the lighthouse - decided spinning from the rocks was a 15g lure might not be that effective, and I\'m guessing here, but fly fishing was probably out as well. Discretion being the better part of valour, I suspect a 14 foot orkney longliner wouldn\'t have got very far so went to the pub for the day.
Monday conditions as above. BAH
Tuesday ditto
wednesday ditto(ish) wind dropped and the sea moderating so finally decided to wet a line in one of the sheltered gulleys. Tried me new portable fish finder. Don\'t know if it works tho as there were nee fish to find. tried every bait known to mankind and a few a new ones, and every single lure I posses (which is a lot!) result bugger all.
thursday
sea back to normal, so armed with a bucket of the freshest crab this side of fresh crab city, when I say fresh I had to chase it over the rocks when I was trying to hook it, some of the freshest, finest, fattest lug in scotland, squid, sandeels, mackeral, sardines, fish bites(!) et etc etc
not a sniff of a bite. bugger. back to pub
Friday (god loves a trier so they say), and finally, my first and only shore caught fish of the week. Modesty forbids me to post a pic of this fine fighting pollack, as it rocked the scales (or would of If I\'f weighed it) at well over 5
ounces!
didn\'t even know it was there till I was about to cast out again, which would of been fairly trippy for the pollack I\'d imagine if I hadn\'t unhooked it first
Bugger. back to boozer
Saturday - highlight of the week, local boys took me out to what looked like the best reef mark I\'ve ever seen. It looked awesome on the sounder. A rock pinnacle 350 metres or so in length, maybe 5 metres wide. 60metres deep on 1 side 80 metres on the other. depth over the top at low water about a meter. Whey hey sez I, gets me flashy lures and that out, baits em up smuggly while the boys apply a bit of axle grease to their scarboro\'s and take a wire brush to their hooks, and attached their nuts/bolts and spark plugs as sinkers. the *******s pulled in fish after fish, me I got bugger all. saw a couple of lovely hake caught as well. Ho hum back to pub for further humiliation.
So dear reader the week goes as follows. 1 week spent in close proximity to 2 hormonal women and 2 screaming kids (must stop stubbing me tabs out on their necks) Vodka consumed 3 bottles, beer 1 case of stella, Pints of 80/- numerous, baccy 2oz. Fish caught 1!
I\'ve calmed down now and the twitching has nearly subsided. My therapist tells me that the turets syndrome may be incurable.
Roll on june, in the words of that great californian dictator \"I\'ll be back\"
Alas, someone must of grassed me up to the mackeral fairies as I\'ve never had such a bad week. Arrived sunday. 30-40mph winds coming off the atlantic. Never seen such big waves. Anyone that knows the position of the lighthouse will know what I mean when I tell you that as the waves hit the rocks the spray was hitting the bottom third of the lighthouse - decided spinning from the rocks was a 15g lure might not be that effective, and I\'m guessing here, but fly fishing was probably out as well. Discretion being the better part of valour, I suspect a 14 foot orkney longliner wouldn\'t have got very far so went to the pub for the day.
Monday conditions as above. BAH
Tuesday ditto
wednesday ditto(ish) wind dropped and the sea moderating so finally decided to wet a line in one of the sheltered gulleys. Tried me new portable fish finder. Don\'t know if it works tho as there were nee fish to find. tried every bait known to mankind and a few a new ones, and every single lure I posses (which is a lot!) result bugger all.
thursday
sea back to normal, so armed with a bucket of the freshest crab this side of fresh crab city, when I say fresh I had to chase it over the rocks when I was trying to hook it, some of the freshest, finest, fattest lug in scotland, squid, sandeels, mackeral, sardines, fish bites(!) et etc etc
not a sniff of a bite. bugger. back to pub
Friday (god loves a trier so they say), and finally, my first and only shore caught fish of the week. Modesty forbids me to post a pic of this fine fighting pollack, as it rocked the scales (or would of If I\'f weighed it) at well over 5
ounces!
didn\'t even know it was there till I was about to cast out again, which would of been fairly trippy for the pollack I\'d imagine if I hadn\'t unhooked it first
Bugger. back to boozer
Saturday - highlight of the week, local boys took me out to what looked like the best reef mark I\'ve ever seen. It looked awesome on the sounder. A rock pinnacle 350 metres or so in length, maybe 5 metres wide. 60metres deep on 1 side 80 metres on the other. depth over the top at low water about a meter. Whey hey sez I, gets me flashy lures and that out, baits em up smuggly while the boys apply a bit of axle grease to their scarboro\'s and take a wire brush to their hooks, and attached their nuts/bolts and spark plugs as sinkers. the *******s pulled in fish after fish, me I got bugger all. saw a couple of lovely hake caught as well. Ho hum back to pub for further humiliation.
So dear reader the week goes as follows. 1 week spent in close proximity to 2 hormonal women and 2 screaming kids (must stop stubbing me tabs out on their necks) Vodka consumed 3 bottles, beer 1 case of stella, Pints of 80/- numerous, baccy 2oz. Fish caught 1!
I\'ve calmed down now and the twitching has nearly subsided. My therapist tells me that the turets syndrome may be incurable.
Roll on june, in the words of that great californian dictator \"I\'ll be back\"
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