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Finally managed to get out for a bit of dangling, but unfortunately the Ancient Mariner (he's not old, just very cursed) couldn't make it. So me, Marc and his son the boy Nathan decided on Roland's Penthouse (the rathouse) as the chosen venue of fishy destruction. Imagine our suprise when we saw fellow danglers sprinting up the pier to get the best spots.....so obviously that's exactly what we did.
We settled for 20 metres down from the end, a spot which Marc called 'coalie hole'. We had lug, Macky and mussel and a force 7 gale. If we had a portable wind turbine, we would have made a mint, as the very incovienient hurricane parked on the pier was making the end of my Greys Apollo (nickname-the telegraph pole) look like my 9 foot shimano stradic ultra light bomb rod. With a 20 pound pike attached to it.
We started 2 hours before the tide was up, nothing really happening other than us lashing down everything we owned to the railings. Then thankfully the wind dropped a tad, and I instantly got a bite. I reeled in a fairly huge ( just over 2 pounds) and knackered looking whiting. It had obviously been on for about 30 minutes and I just hadn't seen the bite due to the wind. That 30 minutes had given the unfortunate and slighty retarded fish enough time to ingest the hook right down to it's colon; I had to dispatch him humanely as he was already on his way to whity heaven. He was caught on lug and macky, 80 yards out, no snags, very clean ground.
Now, I have read that razorfish does better when it's a bit stale; this strangely enough coincided with my bait fridge packing up, so 'a bit stale' meant 2 weeks.(!) When I opened the box 7 people down wind off us instantly passed out. I can't describe the stench. Worse than anything dead that I'd sniffed before. (Not that I would say sniffing dead things is a hobby of mine though).
I attached some of the undead razorfish to my other rod, then waited for the depth charge effect to take place, and sat back imagining hundreds of 10 pound cods trying to commit suicide by leaping onto the pier to escape my zombie-bait. That did not happen.
In fact nothing happened on that rod. All night. Imagine my suprise.
Nathan and me were now on level pegging, with 3 each, Marc had zero, and was recieving flak from me and the boy Nathan, when his rod went. The grins left mine and Nathans' faces when we saw his rod bend double, he pumped what we could only imagine to be one of those 10 pound cods, only to see a 1 pound foul hooked plaice burst to the surface side-on!! Laugh, we nearly bought a round. We were in absolute stitches, as Marc had already decided on which beer flavoured batter recipe he was going to use on the 20 odd fillets he would get out of the as yet unseen cod (that had nicknamed 'Gynormatron')...haaaaa ha haaa hhaaaa!!!!!
What possessed this flat lunatic to sit on Marc's 4/0 hook I'll never know, but it was hilarious. It went back fine, and in total we had 10 whities (only my Kamakazee taken) and the flat lunatic. All caught on either macky, or macky and lug. Nath had his at 30 yards or so, Marc at 40/50 and mine at 40 or 80. We only lost one sinker, rigs used 2 hook flappers and one hook pulleys.
As the pier had only just opened (this was the 19 Dec- late posting, sorry lads) it didn't smell like a urinal and apart from the wind, it was a great night.
I'm hoping to join Seaham dangling club 2nd Jan, so will be doing a lot more. Heard good things about the pier (haven't fished it since me and the Mariner were nippers).
Tight lines all.
We settled for 20 metres down from the end, a spot which Marc called 'coalie hole'. We had lug, Macky and mussel and a force 7 gale. If we had a portable wind turbine, we would have made a mint, as the very incovienient hurricane parked on the pier was making the end of my Greys Apollo (nickname-the telegraph pole) look like my 9 foot shimano stradic ultra light bomb rod. With a 20 pound pike attached to it.
We started 2 hours before the tide was up, nothing really happening other than us lashing down everything we owned to the railings. Then thankfully the wind dropped a tad, and I instantly got a bite. I reeled in a fairly huge ( just over 2 pounds) and knackered looking whiting. It had obviously been on for about 30 minutes and I just hadn't seen the bite due to the wind. That 30 minutes had given the unfortunate and slighty retarded fish enough time to ingest the hook right down to it's colon; I had to dispatch him humanely as he was already on his way to whity heaven. He was caught on lug and macky, 80 yards out, no snags, very clean ground.
Now, I have read that razorfish does better when it's a bit stale; this strangely enough coincided with my bait fridge packing up, so 'a bit stale' meant 2 weeks.(!) When I opened the box 7 people down wind off us instantly passed out. I can't describe the stench. Worse than anything dead that I'd sniffed before. (Not that I would say sniffing dead things is a hobby of mine though).
I attached some of the undead razorfish to my other rod, then waited for the depth charge effect to take place, and sat back imagining hundreds of 10 pound cods trying to commit suicide by leaping onto the pier to escape my zombie-bait. That did not happen.
In fact nothing happened on that rod. All night. Imagine my suprise.
Nathan and me were now on level pegging, with 3 each, Marc had zero, and was recieving flak from me and the boy Nathan, when his rod went. The grins left mine and Nathans' faces when we saw his rod bend double, he pumped what we could only imagine to be one of those 10 pound cods, only to see a 1 pound foul hooked plaice burst to the surface side-on!! Laugh, we nearly bought a round. We were in absolute stitches, as Marc had already decided on which beer flavoured batter recipe he was going to use on the 20 odd fillets he would get out of the as yet unseen cod (that had nicknamed 'Gynormatron')...haaaaa ha haaa hhaaaa!!!!!
What possessed this flat lunatic to sit on Marc's 4/0 hook I'll never know, but it was hilarious. It went back fine, and in total we had 10 whities (only my Kamakazee taken) and the flat lunatic. All caught on either macky, or macky and lug. Nath had his at 30 yards or so, Marc at 40/50 and mine at 40 or 80. We only lost one sinker, rigs used 2 hook flappers and one hook pulleys.
As the pier had only just opened (this was the 19 Dec- late posting, sorry lads) it didn't smell like a urinal and apart from the wind, it was a great night.
I'm hoping to join Seaham dangling club 2nd Jan, so will be doing a lot more. Heard good things about the pier (haven't fished it since me and the Mariner were nippers).
Tight lines all.
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