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Me and the Ancient Marinner (he's not old, just very cursed) decided we'd fish the pier last night, after joining the club. Obviously we were dubious due to Hurricane Helena that now lives in Seaham, but when we got down there things had eased off considerably. We trecked right to the drum end, and I set up my usual 2 rods, The Marinner his one. Just got an MTI stand for Crimbo (The Marinner has had one for yonks, I was sooooooo jealous) and it proved to be superb.
Baits we had with us were 3 x lug, 1 box of squid, frozen macky from my last trip to Roker pier (I cant' believe it was open). I'd been reading on this forum about using squid packed with macky and mussel as a swim feeder/large bait, so that's exactly what I made up. And yes I sprayed the lot with our Reddox UV bait spray (well it caught me, that's for sure). We set up, clipped up and broke out the Reddex sprayed the baits; unfortunately we completely misjudged the wind and we were instantly blinded by what can only be described as the worst smelling vapourised stench in the world; we must have looked like dumb and dumber as we blindly crawled around the end of the pier, wretching and puking. And laughing.This is a typical start to our fishing trips. Laurel and Hardy style.
Once the reddex had been blown out of our eyes by the now force 5 gale, and we once again had the use of our eyes, we dropped in baits to about 50 yds (lug/squid feeders tipped with macky/mussel, with a very small amount of atomised bait spray on. What fish could resist? About 2 mins later the Mariner gets a bite, and brings up a lovely whitey of about 2 pounds, really long. Ever the conservationist, it goes back. 20 mins into the sesh and a giant cargo vessel goes past, over my baits which are in the mouth of the harbour; however on the way back the pilot boat decides to come within 5 feet of the drum head, my super match nearly goes in. Thankfully the line snapped, but all things being equal I'd only just baited up and lost the lot. Cheers Captain Pugwash. Now I'd like to think he didn't do it on purpose, but when you see two anglers lit up by headtorches, a half moon cloudless sky, rod lights and the neon sign from ASDA, both frantically waving and pointing at the lines in the water, from 5 feet away, you don't veer into the lines, then once through, veer out again do you? Well he did.
As we baited up again, I drifted into a quite unrealistic day dream; I'd been on the ranges at Otterburn and somehow a rogue underslung grenade launcher had been mistakenly place in my bergan, which had accidentally come home with me; it had not cleared it off the range and it still had a 40 mm 'mike-mike' high explosive grenade in it, which I just happened to put in my rod quiver. Pugwash did the same again but just as got within 10- feet I fired the mike-mike through his starboard window, it explodes and sends red hot anti personnel ball bearings flying round the cabin; they lacerate his eyeballs and blind him. He crashes into the south pier and the boat explodes but does not sink; he is now on fire but not dead. Finally the boat starts to sink, he does not drown though, he is up to his neck and if he had any eyes left the last thing he would have seen would be my 6 once namix travelling at 100 MPH straight for his head......Aaaaaah one can only dream. A bit much...?
I was woken from my daze by a shout of 'Jesus'!! It was the Marinner, who's rod had just been almost wrenched from the rest; he pumped up what was looking like a really decent fish when it came off....doh!!! Upon closer inspection we found a tooth (I swear on my life this is true) impaled on the hook about half a centimetre long, traingular, and our guess -it belonged to a dogfish. So me and 'The dentist' had only been fishing 45 mins or so and had already caught a big whitie, and tug boat and a tooth all before high tide.
It was at this point when the Marinners' curse really kicked in; the wind picked up 4 notches, the fish popped smoke and bugged out, and a large snag follwed me around everywhre I decided to cast. Brilliant. We fought a valiant retreat against the elements, and fininshed on the spiles; which in hindsight was a bad plan. The wind was whipping up the sand from the little beach and depositing it in our eyes at 50 MPH (as I've spent some time in places that are largely covered in sand and prone to sand storms, I'm not that partial to the stuff), all our gear was covered in it and the temp had dropped to 2 degrees. And it was 0200. We called it a day; what was wierd was the tide; the beach had some fairly large breakers coming in, but the waves seamed to be going back out to see (on the pier) and the tide hardly rose. We put the reason for a poor sesh down to this. And the fact that we are crap.
We did have a good crack and a laugh, the Marrinner is great company (minus his curse of course), and we WILL BE BACK SHORTLY!!!!
Tighlines all
Watch out for tugboats
Me and the Ancient Marinner (he's not old, just very cursed) decided we'd fish the pier last night, after joining the club. Obviously we were dubious due to Hurricane Helena that now lives in Seaham, but when we got down there things had eased off considerably. We trecked right to the drum end, and I set up my usual 2 rods, The Marinner his one. Just got an MTI stand for Crimbo (The Marinner has had one for yonks, I was sooooooo jealous) and it proved to be superb.
Baits we had with us were 3 x lug, 1 box of squid, frozen macky from my last trip to Roker pier (I cant' believe it was open). I'd been reading on this forum about using squid packed with macky and mussel as a swim feeder/large bait, so that's exactly what I made up. And yes I sprayed the lot with our Reddox UV bait spray (well it caught me, that's for sure). We set up, clipped up and broke out the Reddex sprayed the baits; unfortunately we completely misjudged the wind and we were instantly blinded by what can only be described as the worst smelling vapourised stench in the world; we must have looked like dumb and dumber as we blindly crawled around the end of the pier, wretching and puking. And laughing.This is a typical start to our fishing trips. Laurel and Hardy style.
Once the reddex had been blown out of our eyes by the now force 5 gale, and we once again had the use of our eyes, we dropped in baits to about 50 yds (lug/squid feeders tipped with macky/mussel, with a very small amount of atomised bait spray on. What fish could resist? About 2 mins later the Mariner gets a bite, and brings up a lovely whitey of about 2 pounds, really long. Ever the conservationist, it goes back. 20 mins into the sesh and a giant cargo vessel goes past, over my baits which are in the mouth of the harbour; however on the way back the pilot boat decides to come within 5 feet of the drum head, my super match nearly goes in. Thankfully the line snapped, but all things being equal I'd only just baited up and lost the lot. Cheers Captain Pugwash. Now I'd like to think he didn't do it on purpose, but when you see two anglers lit up by headtorches, a half moon cloudless sky, rod lights and the neon sign from ASDA, both frantically waving and pointing at the lines in the water, from 5 feet away, you don't veer into the lines, then once through, veer out again do you? Well he did.
As we baited up again, I drifted into a quite unrealistic day dream; I'd been on the ranges at Otterburn and somehow a rogue underslung grenade launcher had been mistakenly place in my bergan, which had accidentally come home with me; it had not cleared it off the range and it still had a 40 mm 'mike-mike' high explosive grenade in it, which I just happened to put in my rod quiver. Pugwash did the same again but just as got within 10- feet I fired the mike-mike through his starboard window, it explodes and sends red hot anti personnel ball bearings flying round the cabin; they lacerate his eyeballs and blind him. He crashes into the south pier and the boat explodes but does not sink; he is now on fire but not dead. Finally the boat starts to sink, he does not drown though, he is up to his neck and if he had any eyes left the last thing he would have seen would be my 6 once namix travelling at 100 MPH straight for his head......Aaaaaah one can only dream. A bit much...?
I was woken from my daze by a shout of 'Jesus'!! It was the Marinner, who's rod had just been almost wrenched from the rest; he pumped up what was looking like a really decent fish when it came off....doh!!! Upon closer inspection we found a tooth (I swear on my life this is true) impaled on the hook about half a centimetre long, traingular, and our guess -it belonged to a dogfish. So me and 'The dentist' had only been fishing 45 mins or so and had already caught a big whitie, and tug boat and a tooth all before high tide.
It was at this point when the Marinners' curse really kicked in; the wind picked up 4 notches, the fish popped smoke and bugged out, and a large snag follwed me around everywhre I decided to cast. Brilliant. We fought a valiant retreat against the elements, and fininshed on the spiles; which in hindsight was a bad plan. The wind was whipping up the sand from the little beach and depositing it in our eyes at 50 MPH (as I've spent some time in places that are largely covered in sand and prone to sand storms, I'm not that partial to the stuff), all our gear was covered in it and the temp had dropped to 2 degrees. And it was 0200. We called it a day; what was wierd was the tide; the beach had some fairly large breakers coming in, but the waves seamed to be going back out to see (on the pier) and the tide hardly rose. We put the reason for a poor sesh down to this. And the fact that we are crap.
We did have a good crack and a laugh, the Marrinner is great company (minus his curse of course), and we WILL BE BACK SHORTLY!!!!
Tighlines all
Watch out for tugboats
You can only catch what's in front of you
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