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This is Vinnys' (AKA The Ancient Mariner) and my third trip of the year (not bad for us) and we decided S/S pier would be the venue, 50 yards short off the 1st gate; the target species-anything with gills.
We got there about 2000 hrs, with some awesome fresh rag, fresh mussel from Morrisons, Vinnys' 'oiled lug' (sweet Jesus) from a bait order company, and as I failed in my fresh mackerel purchasing mission, we bought sardines!!!
Now usually this is how our fishing trips start; The Ancient Mariner (not old, just very cursed) squares away his fishing area into an ultra organised ground station zero, meticulously baits up one of his superbly home made rigs, clips it on and watches it blast into the blue yonder, hears a loud crack,then procedes to watch his pristine Abu dissapear in a yellow birds' nest of brand new nylon;but not this time!!!! I was still struggling with my badly packed seat box, petrol spewing lamp and half eaten easter egg while The Mariner had squared ground station zero, baited up and proceded to smash out a text book long range cast....bugger!!!!
His new found tactic of not creating a haven for homeless eagles in his reel paid off, as less than two minutes later he brought a plump little coalie up (on rag and mussel, two hook flapper, 1 up 1 down).Nice one Vin.
I finally sorted out my life, and chucked in with my new Penn 515 and Century 13 ft 3-5 once ultra lite (both of which I am now in love with, what a great combo-cheers Flea-Bay). I had a 3 hook flapper rig (size 2 hooks) 2 up 1 down; we were getting a bite a cast, and soon I had small coalie on the pier. It's downfall was rag and mussel. What a sucker.
Everthing was going well until the tide started to flood and it started getting dark, and the bites totally died off; although this change of fortunes coincides with Vinny's insistence on using his 'oiled lug', which may well have killed off all the marine life within a 50 mile radius.
It was now about 2350 hrs and the tide was on the ebb,the bites had started again, thank god. Soon after The Mariner hit a bite which looked awesome; unfortunately it turned out to be a damned crab wrapped up in his rig. Shortly after, I got a different type of bite, slower and more deliberate, which turned out to be a decent sized flounder. (The 'slower and more deliberate' bit is a total lie; I didn't even see the bite, too busy watching a massive ship go up the Tyne, but the ever vigilent Ancient Mariner had my back, and he gave me a boot).
We left at 0300; it turned out to be a great trip, no naked skinny dippers this time (see earlier thread) and I put this purely down to The Ancient Mariners' curse playing up again. However, on the plus side not a single chav trying to scrouge bait of us; 'Why of course young man, I'll gladly give you a pound a pop crab or half a kilo of expensive as hell sea snake, would you like me to wrap them up for you in my last twenty pound note? Or hows about F**k off and die. Quietly'.
All fish went back alive (gently); unfortunatley The Mariner's coalie went belly up, as the hook was so far down, but it made a lovely supper for a fat b*****d of a seagull, who chowed down on it. Vinny was gutted,but probably not as gutted as the floating coalie.
The Mariner is a bit of a conservationist at heart (he even tried mouth to mouth on said greedy coalie,but his amazingly strong baileys coffee fumes put it in an instant coma).
Next mission we think we will be targeting plaice, maybe on S/S pier, but further up; where we were there was a snag off some sort about 40 yards out, 20 odd yards long, and we'd hit it on the retrieve. I did read somewhere that there is an old jetty in that area; maybe that was it.
Tight lines all
The Disposaleer (ably abetted by Vinny The Ancient Mariner)
We got there about 2000 hrs, with some awesome fresh rag, fresh mussel from Morrisons, Vinnys' 'oiled lug' (sweet Jesus) from a bait order company, and as I failed in my fresh mackerel purchasing mission, we bought sardines!!!
Now usually this is how our fishing trips start; The Ancient Mariner (not old, just very cursed) squares away his fishing area into an ultra organised ground station zero, meticulously baits up one of his superbly home made rigs, clips it on and watches it blast into the blue yonder, hears a loud crack,then procedes to watch his pristine Abu dissapear in a yellow birds' nest of brand new nylon;but not this time!!!! I was still struggling with my badly packed seat box, petrol spewing lamp and half eaten easter egg while The Mariner had squared ground station zero, baited up and proceded to smash out a text book long range cast....bugger!!!!
His new found tactic of not creating a haven for homeless eagles in his reel paid off, as less than two minutes later he brought a plump little coalie up (on rag and mussel, two hook flapper, 1 up 1 down).Nice one Vin.
I finally sorted out my life, and chucked in with my new Penn 515 and Century 13 ft 3-5 once ultra lite (both of which I am now in love with, what a great combo-cheers Flea-Bay). I had a 3 hook flapper rig (size 2 hooks) 2 up 1 down; we were getting a bite a cast, and soon I had small coalie on the pier. It's downfall was rag and mussel. What a sucker.
Everthing was going well until the tide started to flood and it started getting dark, and the bites totally died off; although this change of fortunes coincides with Vinny's insistence on using his 'oiled lug', which may well have killed off all the marine life within a 50 mile radius.
It was now about 2350 hrs and the tide was on the ebb,the bites had started again, thank god. Soon after The Mariner hit a bite which looked awesome; unfortunately it turned out to be a damned crab wrapped up in his rig. Shortly after, I got a different type of bite, slower and more deliberate, which turned out to be a decent sized flounder. (The 'slower and more deliberate' bit is a total lie; I didn't even see the bite, too busy watching a massive ship go up the Tyne, but the ever vigilent Ancient Mariner had my back, and he gave me a boot).
We left at 0300; it turned out to be a great trip, no naked skinny dippers this time (see earlier thread) and I put this purely down to The Ancient Mariners' curse playing up again. However, on the plus side not a single chav trying to scrouge bait of us; 'Why of course young man, I'll gladly give you a pound a pop crab or half a kilo of expensive as hell sea snake, would you like me to wrap them up for you in my last twenty pound note? Or hows about F**k off and die. Quietly'.
All fish went back alive (gently); unfortunatley The Mariner's coalie went belly up, as the hook was so far down, but it made a lovely supper for a fat b*****d of a seagull, who chowed down on it. Vinny was gutted,but probably not as gutted as the floating coalie.
The Mariner is a bit of a conservationist at heart (he even tried mouth to mouth on said greedy coalie,but his amazingly strong baileys coffee fumes put it in an instant coma).
Next mission we think we will be targeting plaice, maybe on S/S pier, but further up; where we were there was a snag off some sort about 40 yards out, 20 odd yards long, and we'd hit it on the retrieve. I did read somewhere that there is an old jetty in that area; maybe that was it.
Tight lines all
The Disposaleer (ably abetted by Vinny The Ancient Mariner)
a very entertaining post 
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