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moaning helped (see my last post )
This time, we seemed to be lucky from beginning to end. Chosen not to do the morning but rather the afternoon.
My game plan was a particular wreck at 7 nm, where we fished last Saturday...catching ling....and only left because of pitch darkness.
out with Ivan into a snotty sea... first stocking up with Mackerel...well, as always Ivan only fished for mackerel, his favourite fish. I believe the builder bucket and a half were full at the end, so he filleted around 150!
as I am a hardrock-wrecker, I moved straight to my target. I lowered my specific "ling-rig"---yes, I consider myself a ling expert...
. and NOWT!
That was at the last bit of the flood tide.
I then regretfully changed to a more accomplished rig...which caught last week...the luminous hokkais baited with mackerel...and....and...and....GUESS:
BangBangBang: from that point (also the tide now gently moved us 0.2kn) north, I got a ling per drop...I never waited longer than 2 minutes, loads of aggresive bites, re-bites and hookups.
Ivan fished for mackerels until he felt a bit grotty....he thinks hungover...
....
I had within no time 10 ling in the bucket and at least a couple over 10lb.
I could have caught on, but a.I didnt want to keep more and B: I dont like taking too much from the resource of nature and ling doesnt really go back well...I also was exhausted...yes....I cannot believe I am saying that.
also Ivan did not feel well....altogether reason to venture home and come back another day.
Summary: Excellent
The only thing that I find bothering is, that my friends from Germany did not do well on the wrecks for an entire week and only 3 days after they left, the ling are totally on fire. I would have loved them and especially 14y old Timmy to experience a ling fiesta like that.....I hear everyone thinking: Well....thats fishing
moaning helped (see my last post )
This time, we seemed to be lucky from beginning to end. Chosen not to do the morning but rather the afternoon.
My game plan was a particular wreck at 7 nm, where we fished last Saturday...catching ling....and only left because of pitch darkness.
out with Ivan into a snotty sea... first stocking up with Mackerel...well, as always Ivan only fished for mackerel, his favourite fish. I believe the builder bucket and a half were full at the end, so he filleted around 150!
as I am a hardrock-wrecker, I moved straight to my target. I lowered my specific "ling-rig"---yes, I consider myself a ling expert...
. and NOWT!That was at the last bit of the flood tide.
I then regretfully changed to a more accomplished rig...which caught last week...the luminous hokkais baited with mackerel...and....and...and....GUESS:
BangBangBang: from that point (also the tide now gently moved us 0.2kn) north, I got a ling per drop...I never waited longer than 2 minutes, loads of aggresive bites, re-bites and hookups.
Ivan fished for mackerels until he felt a bit grotty....he thinks hungover...
....I had within no time 10 ling in the bucket and at least a couple over 10lb.
I could have caught on, but a.I didnt want to keep more and B: I dont like taking too much from the resource of nature and ling doesnt really go back well...I also was exhausted...yes....I cannot believe I am saying that.
also Ivan did not feel well....altogether reason to venture home and come back another day.
Summary: Excellent
The only thing that I find bothering is, that my friends from Germany did not do well on the wrecks for an entire week and only 3 days after they left, the ling are totally on fire. I would have loved them and especially 14y old Timmy to experience a ling fiesta like that.....I hear everyone thinking: Well....thats fishing
