mark
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just back from me jollies in gods country, what a truly bizzarre fortnight
shore fishing... well was ok, but... me and me big gob, there was other people up there fishing
thought about trying the ol\' crab collectors/CIU veterans routine of \'thats my spot that is\' , but left em to it, but there were a lot of anglers about, which is a first, usually hardly see a soul.
any pike anglers would of been in \'stock up the freezer heaven\' gazillions of mackeral/pollock and coalies in the 3 to 6inch size range, soddin nuisance really, 3 \" pollock would even have a go at a 60g lure the same size as them, usually endining up with a treble lodged in their nappa for their trouble.
all the real fun was on the boat this time, fished a mark a couple of locals had tipped me off about. I now know where all the little codlings have gone, the pollock in scotland have eaten them, a lot of the bigger fish were coughing up little codling as they were boated. the mark in question makes you think you sounders gone screwy, 320 foot of water under you, drifting 1 to 2 knts, look up, its 160 ft, look again its 60ft, look again its 14 ft all within a few second drift, so the hard bit was getting anything you hooked into over the \'wall\' and into shallow water, or it would be a gonner.
monster pollock, every drift over it, averaging 6lb, many doublers, best 15lb, 2 hours and there were 30 pollock boated between 2 of us
in between the big fish there were pollock of every size from a few inches upwards, 3\" to 4\" were having a go at and getting hooked up on 7/0 hokkais, so just leave em dangling till a big fish took em
got so tedious I did the only sensible thing in the circumstances... got a fly rod out! not so much fly fishing as catapulting a heavily waited lure out over the reef and let it sink...
hooked some massive (I guess) fish got snapped every time, 10lb leader as well, best I managed to last was about 5 minutes of reel screaming mayhem before \'ping\' there goes another one
got buzzed by a minke whale twice as well which was cool, but jeez do they have bad breath, I mean really smegging minging
me little boat, which I had though a tad dissapointing as it\'s a lot slower than the old one has won me over though, \"Elizabeth Rock\" - the mark we were fishing, was about an 8 mile run, when the tide turned and the wind got up the swell was, well, a bit arse clenching, but it didn\'t bat an eyelid, just ploughed through the lot, 8knts, never slowed or went off course. Was quite nice watching the \'posh kids\' in their new shiny white things have a white knuckle ride as they submarined into the swell as we over took them!
the real fun strted as we were getting back into the bay where my mooring is.. heard a \"mayday mayday\' on the radio, it was sent by a big yacht who had spotted someone in the water, but he couldn\'t get over the reef at the mouth of the bay to get to them so we went in, some head the ball, wearing shorts and a tee short had been out in a collapsible canoe that had, well, collapsed, his mate also in a collapsable canoe did the honourable thing and wouldn\'t let him get near in case his went the same way, learnt afterwards that they were both doctors so it makes perfect sense really. the calmac ferry \"hebridean princess had picked up the called and diverted course and steamed in as well, and the tobermory lifeboat had been launched, dragged the guy on board, very hypothermic after 45mins in the water, and passed him and oxygen mask, which suprised him a bit! (thanks marc!)
we then got the call from the tobermory lifeboat to meet them in open water, the ferry got told to shift cos \" naughty nancy\' needs a clear passage, and that the coastguard helicopter would uplift the casualty, had a chat with the nice helicopter man who asked if I could make 15knts into the wind!!! \"dream on bonny lad, over\" so the good doctor was hauled onto the tobermory lifeboat which then met up with the helicopter, jeez that thing can shift. All very exciting, though. the guy ended up in inverness hospital, was discharged 2 days later and somehow had to make his way back to the other side of scotland. be nice to think that the posh doctor, who only had shorts and tee short on was offered something that smelt of wee, was 3 sizes too small and had suspicious stains from the lost property bag to wear on his way home
elsewhere we had a bit of a lobster pot battle going on, every day I\'d bait the pot and set them. next day we\'d go out, haul em in, and... nothin, zip, nada. no bait, nowt in the post, no holes for eatable things to escape from, most strange. so, I decided to take a dilpomatic course of action and leave a note in each pot, sealed in a jam jar or bottle..
\"catch your own fucking shellfish\" or words to that effect
2 days later pots full of nice eatable things again, and soggy bits of paper or no note at all, obviously the message got through, I wanted plant some razor bales in the trap, but my other half deemed that a bit unsporting, and very possible dangerous so refrained.
had a pleasant suprise last weekend, tiny little sandy bay, 3 mile hike over some big hills, or 10mins by boat so always deserted....anchored up, rowed ashore in the dinghy and found 4 naked women saying hello on the shoreline. somewhat taken aback, I found myself wishing for a minor, very localised tsunami as I heard the words \"do you come here often\" pass my lips. went back a couple of times during the week having studied \" the concise book of things to say to naked women\" but they\'d obviously decided best not go back there in case the wierdo in the boat comes back
the new puppy (now 10 months old) has turned into a proper boaty dog, always dreamt of having a dog that loves boats, soon as the dinghy is in the water, she\'s in, stood on the prow, happy as owt, pull up to the boat in she leaps straight in, ready for the sea..
unfortunatel in order to balance this behaviour she spews in the car within minutes of getting in, she has also developed a taste for frogs and toads, find one hopping around, quick sniff, then down in one, now chewing, no playing around with it just eaten.
possible proof that there may be a god afterall, was to be had on thursday, visiting on eof my favourite rock marks, only to discover the \'pier rats\' had been and left plastic packets, line, newspaper and beer cans strewn about, and...... 70 very soggy quid. so if the nackers want to apologise and are there in october to clear up all the crap that no doubt other numpties have left behind, they can have it back
so, species caught in a fornight, mackeral, small pollock coalies, medium sizedpollock, plaice, bigger pollock, flounder, wrasse, even bigger pollock, launce, 12st general practitioner (out of season so not worth eatin, but might of made good pot bait) and 1 10\' bass, carefully and lovingly returned. nod cod or ling unfortunately, but possibly more importantly, nee soddin dogfish
best fish 15lb pollock (not caught by me) and a 12lb pollock (caught by me)
shore fishing... well was ok, but... me and me big gob, there was other people up there fishing
thought about trying the ol\' crab collectors/CIU veterans routine of \'thats my spot that is\' , but left em to it, but there were a lot of anglers about, which is a first, usually hardly see a soul.
any pike anglers would of been in \'stock up the freezer heaven\' gazillions of mackeral/pollock and coalies in the 3 to 6inch size range, soddin nuisance really, 3 \" pollock would even have a go at a 60g lure the same size as them, usually endining up with a treble lodged in their nappa for their trouble.
all the real fun was on the boat this time, fished a mark a couple of locals had tipped me off about. I now know where all the little codlings have gone, the pollock in scotland have eaten them, a lot of the bigger fish were coughing up little codling as they were boated. the mark in question makes you think you sounders gone screwy, 320 foot of water under you, drifting 1 to 2 knts, look up, its 160 ft, look again its 60ft, look again its 14 ft all within a few second drift, so the hard bit was getting anything you hooked into over the \'wall\' and into shallow water, or it would be a gonner.
monster pollock, every drift over it, averaging 6lb, many doublers, best 15lb, 2 hours and there were 30 pollock boated between 2 of us
in between the big fish there were pollock of every size from a few inches upwards, 3\" to 4\" were having a go at and getting hooked up on 7/0 hokkais, so just leave em dangling till a big fish took em
got so tedious I did the only sensible thing in the circumstances... got a fly rod out! not so much fly fishing as catapulting a heavily waited lure out over the reef and let it sink...
hooked some massive (I guess) fish got snapped every time, 10lb leader as well, best I managed to last was about 5 minutes of reel screaming mayhem before \'ping\' there goes another one
got buzzed by a minke whale twice as well which was cool, but jeez do they have bad breath, I mean really smegging minging
me little boat, which I had though a tad dissapointing as it\'s a lot slower than the old one has won me over though, \"Elizabeth Rock\" - the mark we were fishing, was about an 8 mile run, when the tide turned and the wind got up the swell was, well, a bit arse clenching, but it didn\'t bat an eyelid, just ploughed through the lot, 8knts, never slowed or went off course. Was quite nice watching the \'posh kids\' in their new shiny white things have a white knuckle ride as they submarined into the swell as we over took them!
the real fun strted as we were getting back into the bay where my mooring is.. heard a \"mayday mayday\' on the radio, it was sent by a big yacht who had spotted someone in the water, but he couldn\'t get over the reef at the mouth of the bay to get to them so we went in, some head the ball, wearing shorts and a tee short had been out in a collapsible canoe that had, well, collapsed, his mate also in a collapsable canoe did the honourable thing and wouldn\'t let him get near in case his went the same way, learnt afterwards that they were both doctors so it makes perfect sense really. the calmac ferry \"hebridean princess had picked up the called and diverted course and steamed in as well, and the tobermory lifeboat had been launched, dragged the guy on board, very hypothermic after 45mins in the water, and passed him and oxygen mask, which suprised him a bit! (thanks marc!)
we then got the call from the tobermory lifeboat to meet them in open water, the ferry got told to shift cos \" naughty nancy\' needs a clear passage, and that the coastguard helicopter would uplift the casualty, had a chat with the nice helicopter man who asked if I could make 15knts into the wind!!! \"dream on bonny lad, over\" so the good doctor was hauled onto the tobermory lifeboat which then met up with the helicopter, jeez that thing can shift. All very exciting, though. the guy ended up in inverness hospital, was discharged 2 days later and somehow had to make his way back to the other side of scotland. be nice to think that the posh doctor, who only had shorts and tee short on was offered something that smelt of wee, was 3 sizes too small and had suspicious stains from the lost property bag to wear on his way home
elsewhere we had a bit of a lobster pot battle going on, every day I\'d bait the pot and set them. next day we\'d go out, haul em in, and... nothin, zip, nada. no bait, nowt in the post, no holes for eatable things to escape from, most strange. so, I decided to take a dilpomatic course of action and leave a note in each pot, sealed in a jam jar or bottle..
\"catch your own fucking shellfish\" or words to that effect
2 days later pots full of nice eatable things again, and soggy bits of paper or no note at all, obviously the message got through, I wanted plant some razor bales in the trap, but my other half deemed that a bit unsporting, and very possible dangerous so refrained.
had a pleasant suprise last weekend, tiny little sandy bay, 3 mile hike over some big hills, or 10mins by boat so always deserted....anchored up, rowed ashore in the dinghy and found 4 naked women saying hello on the shoreline. somewhat taken aback, I found myself wishing for a minor, very localised tsunami as I heard the words \"do you come here often\" pass my lips. went back a couple of times during the week having studied \" the concise book of things to say to naked women\" but they\'d obviously decided best not go back there in case the wierdo in the boat comes back
the new puppy (now 10 months old) has turned into a proper boaty dog, always dreamt of having a dog that loves boats, soon as the dinghy is in the water, she\'s in, stood on the prow, happy as owt, pull up to the boat in she leaps straight in, ready for the sea..
unfortunatel in order to balance this behaviour she spews in the car within minutes of getting in, she has also developed a taste for frogs and toads, find one hopping around, quick sniff, then down in one, now chewing, no playing around with it just eaten.
possible proof that there may be a god afterall, was to be had on thursday, visiting on eof my favourite rock marks, only to discover the \'pier rats\' had been and left plastic packets, line, newspaper and beer cans strewn about, and...... 70 very soggy quid. so if the nackers want to apologise and are there in october to clear up all the crap that no doubt other numpties have left behind, they can have it back
so, species caught in a fornight, mackeral, small pollock coalies, medium sizedpollock, plaice, bigger pollock, flounder, wrasse, even bigger pollock, launce, 12st general practitioner (out of season so not worth eatin, but might of made good pot bait) and 1 10\' bass, carefully and lovingly returned. nod cod or ling unfortunately, but possibly more importantly, nee soddin dogfish
best fish 15lb pollock (not caught by me) and a 12lb pollock (caught by me)
