I grabbed a few bags of lug on the way home from work tonight, pulled a few frozen peeler out the freezer and took Mark the young-un fishing for an hour each side of low water. We went to west bay at St Mary’s, usually a good bet in a big sea.
We sorted Marks gear and I went to set up mine, in the minute that took, he was down into a bite that he missed. Next cast lead to a better bite that he hooked, it put a tremendous bend in the rod, definitely a better fish until it hung up in a snag after twenty yards and that was the end of that. I don't think he realises just what he lost.
We had a lot of bites, most of which didn’t come back except for a pound and a half codling for Mark.
Conditions were interesting; starting with so little wind it felt almost warm. Cloud then started to cover the clear, starry sky and the wind increased to blow in a blizzard. St Mary's lighthouse disappeared, rocks and seaweed all turned white and the young-un became a snowman, as an inch and a half of snow fell in 20 minutes. I was hard to see with the snow zipping across the headlamp beam, and white enough to manage without it. The reels started to sound like they had sand in them as they iced up and the tide started flooding, signalling time to go home.
We sorted Marks gear and I went to set up mine, in the minute that took, he was down into a bite that he missed. Next cast lead to a better bite that he hooked, it put a tremendous bend in the rod, definitely a better fish until it hung up in a snag after twenty yards and that was the end of that. I don't think he realises just what he lost.
We had a lot of bites, most of which didn’t come back except for a pound and a half codling for Mark.
Conditions were interesting; starting with so little wind it felt almost warm. Cloud then started to cover the clear, starry sky and the wind increased to blow in a blizzard. St Mary's lighthouse disappeared, rocks and seaweed all turned white and the young-un became a snowman, as an inch and a half of snow fell in 20 minutes. I was hard to see with the snow zipping across the headlamp beam, and white enough to manage without it. The reels started to sound like they had sand in them as they iced up and the tide started flooding, signalling time to go home.
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