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After having a recce at Cambois I fancied fishing off the rocks half way between the ramp and the pots, if that makes sense.
A sandy strip connects between the ramp and the stretch of sand coming in from the shore and the rocks.
Looked to me to be a good fish highway.
I was supposed to fish on Weds but a council meeting went on way to long, debating the new kitchens and windows etc for the next five years, who would have thought there was so many choice of taps in the world.
So ended up fishing on Thurs and the slight sea that had been on died away.
Parked the car up an started down the rocks, then it occurred to me that for a big bloke with a duff leg doing this alone was not the best idea I ever had.
But got to the bottomish and set up.
First cast got a knock which I missed as I was setting out me gear, second cast was a small flat fish, way undersized.
Next cast was a small codling, again undersized.
Thought I was in for a good session then it went dead.
Rung the changes with bait and casting range and direction but nowt.
Moved to the ramp for an hour, after almost killing myself climbing back up the rocks ,but no action there.
Decided to finish off my bait at Blyth river, Blyth side.
Nothing really there either, just the usual hassle with crabs.
Did watch one idiot fishing with a dog off the leash, barking all the time, chased a motorcyle, which is when I started to take notice, a car.
Scared the **** out of a walker on the jetty and a cyclist.
Then it wandered of and was trying to attack or hump a dog on a lead at the other side of the roundabout.
By the time the moron owner got his fat arse to the dog the other dog was off running, leash trailing and the owner was in pursuit.
Why don’t people just look after their dogs instead of ruining other enjoyment?
Anyway rant over; this session was just really a chance to sort my gear out and get some casting practice for the coming season.
Though that spot I fished off the rocks would be suicidal in the winter
A sandy strip connects between the ramp and the stretch of sand coming in from the shore and the rocks.
Looked to me to be a good fish highway.
I was supposed to fish on Weds but a council meeting went on way to long, debating the new kitchens and windows etc for the next five years, who would have thought there was so many choice of taps in the world.
So ended up fishing on Thurs and the slight sea that had been on died away.
Parked the car up an started down the rocks, then it occurred to me that for a big bloke with a duff leg doing this alone was not the best idea I ever had.
But got to the bottomish and set up.
First cast got a knock which I missed as I was setting out me gear, second cast was a small flat fish, way undersized.
Next cast was a small codling, again undersized.
Thought I was in for a good session then it went dead.
Rung the changes with bait and casting range and direction but nowt.
Moved to the ramp for an hour, after almost killing myself climbing back up the rocks ,but no action there.
Decided to finish off my bait at Blyth river, Blyth side.
Nothing really there either, just the usual hassle with crabs.
Did watch one idiot fishing with a dog off the leash, barking all the time, chased a motorcyle, which is when I started to take notice, a car.
Scared the **** out of a walker on the jetty and a cyclist.
Then it wandered of and was trying to attack or hump a dog on a lead at the other side of the roundabout.
By the time the moron owner got his fat arse to the dog the other dog was off running, leash trailing and the owner was in pursuit.
Why don’t people just look after their dogs instead of ruining other enjoyment?
Anyway rant over; this session was just really a chance to sort my gear out and get some casting practice for the coming season.
Though that spot I fished off the rocks would be suicidal in the winter