We left Royal Quays just after 6.15am with the lock gates on "free flow" before heading over to Mill Dam where Mr G was waiting for his first trip out in 2016.
There was a stiff Westerly blowing which flattened the sea but boy it was chilly so on with the gloves and they only came off when Mr G produced a freshly baked quiche courtesy of Mrs G.
Within minutes of our first drift off St Mary's, Mr G was into what looked to be a decent fish but as per usual he started pratting about. There were shouts of "it's taking line, it's diving, it's pulling the boat around etc while trying to exaggerate the size with excessive rod bending. Needless to say he lost the fish but John made ammends shortly after by hooking and landing a decent Cod in an appropriate manner followed by another about thirty minutes later.
Mr G eventually hooked and landed a clean fresh Cod, thankfully without the usual histrionics so he didn't blank on his first trip out.
It was hard going and as the outgoing tide gathered pace the water clarity deteriorated from the Tyne outflow which was running dirty with all recent rain. It pains me to admit that I blanked which gave Mr G plenty to gloat about but I'll put that issue to bed next time out. We called time just before lunch and dropped off Mr G before heading to the Zetland for a lager and the rest of Mrs G's splendid quiche.
There was a stiff Westerly blowing which flattened the sea but boy it was chilly so on with the gloves and they only came off when Mr G produced a freshly baked quiche courtesy of Mrs G.
Within minutes of our first drift off St Mary's, Mr G was into what looked to be a decent fish but as per usual he started pratting about. There were shouts of "it's taking line, it's diving, it's pulling the boat around etc while trying to exaggerate the size with excessive rod bending. Needless to say he lost the fish but John made ammends shortly after by hooking and landing a decent Cod in an appropriate manner followed by another about thirty minutes later.
Mr G eventually hooked and landed a clean fresh Cod, thankfully without the usual histrionics so he didn't blank on his first trip out.
It was hard going and as the outgoing tide gathered pace the water clarity deteriorated from the Tyne outflow which was running dirty with all recent rain. It pains me to admit that I blanked which gave Mr G plenty to gloat about but I'll put that issue to bed next time out. We called time just before lunch and dropped off Mr G before heading to the Zetland for a lager and the rest of Mrs G's splendid quiche.
