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Well it wasn't planned to be an all nighter, it just ended up that way. Every time I checked the webcams yesterday there was a big sea on and I was hopeful it would push something good in. The forecast said the sea would drop to a 2-4ft swell in the evening so it sounded like it would very fishable and hopefully productive. I decided to head up to Druridge Bay to fish over low water which was about 11pm looking for cod/bass with one rod and smaller stuff (maybe a turbot for the species hunt) with another. Baits ragworm and mackerel.
I decided to fish a mark along from Creswell that I hadn't fished before - past the "Plantation" mark right at the end of the track next to the stream. I arrived at 9.30pm just as the sun was thinking about going down and there was a very promising surf on. I got my baits out in the water and enjoyed the sunset waiting for some action but nothing. Three hours passed and all I had caught was one small palm sized flounder. Well it looked like it wasn't going to be a very good night and I started thinking about packing up and heading home.
When I got back to the car I decided to give it one more go a bit further up the bay so I followed the road along and headed up another track which put me at a mark on the beach a mile or so further north from where I had just left. I set up the big rod with a big strip of mackie on a 2/0 pennel and a single ragworm on a size 1 on a two hook flapper and chucked it as far as I could. I then started setting up the other rod. While I was doing this I noticed the big rod tip nod but as it was doing this all the time anyway due to the big surf I decided to leave it and carry on baiting up. I walked down to the waters edge and cast out then turned around to see my other rod and stand had fallen over onto the sand. Oh bugger. It was going to be one of those nights. When I picked my rod up and tightened the line I realised it had not fallen over at all but had been pulled over and there was something still on the end of the line, something decent. Get in. It took a bit of landing as it kept ducking about and taking line but after a few minutes of pumping and winding the fish slid up the shore, a nice cod 3lb 8oz, a cracking first cast fish. Hope this wasn't going to be first cast syndrome. It wasn't....
There was plenty of action from this point. Moving that mile up the bay had changed things completely. I had loads of codling, mostly undersized but another canny one at 2lb 9oz. I also managed to get the turbot I was after for the species hunt a nice little side-plate sized one about 6 inches. Well I couldn't go home now could I? I fished on until I ran out of bait around sunrise just before high water. The fish stopped biting once the sun came up but it didn't matter I was well satisfied by then with a couple of canny cod in the bag, some good sport and a species point. So it ended up being a good night after all and I got to watch both the sunset and the sunrise and tonight I have cod for tea
What a difference a mile makes.
I decided to fish a mark along from Creswell that I hadn't fished before - past the "Plantation" mark right at the end of the track next to the stream. I arrived at 9.30pm just as the sun was thinking about going down and there was a very promising surf on. I got my baits out in the water and enjoyed the sunset waiting for some action but nothing. Three hours passed and all I had caught was one small palm sized flounder. Well it looked like it wasn't going to be a very good night and I started thinking about packing up and heading home.
When I got back to the car I decided to give it one more go a bit further up the bay so I followed the road along and headed up another track which put me at a mark on the beach a mile or so further north from where I had just left. I set up the big rod with a big strip of mackie on a 2/0 pennel and a single ragworm on a size 1 on a two hook flapper and chucked it as far as I could. I then started setting up the other rod. While I was doing this I noticed the big rod tip nod but as it was doing this all the time anyway due to the big surf I decided to leave it and carry on baiting up. I walked down to the waters edge and cast out then turned around to see my other rod and stand had fallen over onto the sand. Oh bugger. It was going to be one of those nights. When I picked my rod up and tightened the line I realised it had not fallen over at all but had been pulled over and there was something still on the end of the line, something decent. Get in. It took a bit of landing as it kept ducking about and taking line but after a few minutes of pumping and winding the fish slid up the shore, a nice cod 3lb 8oz, a cracking first cast fish. Hope this wasn't going to be first cast syndrome. It wasn't....
There was plenty of action from this point. Moving that mile up the bay had changed things completely. I had loads of codling, mostly undersized but another canny one at 2lb 9oz. I also managed to get the turbot I was after for the species hunt a nice little side-plate sized one about 6 inches. Well I couldn't go home now could I? I fished on until I ran out of bait around sunrise just before high water. The fish stopped biting once the sun came up but it didn't matter I was well satisfied by then with a couple of canny cod in the bag, some good sport and a species point. So it ended up being a good night after all and I got to watch both the sunset and the sunrise and tonight I have cod for tea
What a difference a mile makes.
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