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I have written an article for a Dutch fishing website of last years fishing trip to Ireland. I would like to share this with you, so I have translated the article.
Irish spring bass 2011 (19-04-2011 to 24-04-2011)Ireland has a very special place in my hart. The beautiful wide and rugged country side, the silence, the people and off course the wide variety of fishing opportunities. That’s why I decided last winter, in the middle of the third ice age, to plan another trip to Ireland.
This year I chose, contrary to previous years, for a fishing expedition in the spring instead of the summer. My dad, my trusted travel companion, had planned another trip, so he couldn’t join me. I decided to travel across the pond on my one and, together with fishing guide John, to roam the shores of amazing Kerry.
Because I don’t like driving on the “wrong” side of the road and because I think it is a waste to park a rental car next to the lodge for a week, I took the train from Cork to Killarney. Ther I was greeted by John’s lovely wife Lynn. After an hour drive through the mountains and lot’s of catching up, we arrived at about 16.00 at the Thatch Cottage Fishing Lodge.
The Thatch Cottage Fishing LodgeJohn was already wating for me, together with one of his English guests, Nick Gough.
I was instructed: “Get your waders on and your rod ready, because there is a good tide!” In no-time I suited up and grabbed my gear and we were in the 4x4 en route to the beach.
As we arrived on the beach, there were already some people fishing there, including a film crew. The tide was at it’s highest, so we decided to fish a quiet shallow mark with big boulders and kelp: bass-city.
I had already grabbed my little friend Sammy, but John said the bass weren’t exactly going for that at the moment and that weightless softbaits were the way to go. John explained the technique: cast in and retrieve as slow as possible with gentle flicks and whatever you do, don’t strike! This was underlined by a nice bass, that had grabbed his lure. Not being head strong, I put a bit of soft plastic on the line immediately.
A cast, an inquisitive tap, tap, fish and then.. nothing. In a reflex I did strike and pulled the lure out of his mouth. This is harder then I thought! After a few more misses, I had finally mastered the trick, a bang and then wait until the fish hooks itself. There was a good school of bass feeding in front of us and nearly every cast produced a fish. In just over an hour, the three of us had caught over thirty bass, of which seven where my share. And if someone had flipped a switch, it was all over. We were at the right place at the right time. With a big smile we drove back to the lodge, where a nice dinner awaited us. In my rush to go fishing I had forgotten to bring my camera, but that is o.k., because this afternoon is firmly imprinted in my memory.
With the 4x4 en route to a memorable afternoonThe next day started sunny, but soon clouds and haze took over. We have spent the entire day looking for bass, but we only found a few missed bites. In the evening, we went back to the beach we had been so successful the previous day, but there were hardly any bass around. Then you now why it is called fishing and not catching. However there were plenty of mullet around and the boys managed to land some big ones on the fly.
That night, we discussed the battle plan for the next day. Spring is an excellent time of year for catching sea trout. But as the river was very low and at sea it would be like finding a needle in a haystack, we decided on a mark where John said there was a good chance of catching a sea trout.
After driving for one and a halve hour along the rugged coastline and the crystal clear ocean, we arrived at a remote mark. No one to be seen for miles, this is the place! While the upcoming tide pushed through a deep gulley, the bites started to come. Small sea trout, but because of their big tails and the powerful current, at first you thought you had hooked a good sized bass. In total, the two of us hooked thirteen sea trout. Landing them was a different story. Because of their soft mouths and flaring temper, we only managed to land three.
But that doesn’t matter. The ferocious first bite and the idea that we had managed to target these sea trout specifically was satisfying enough for me.
Rugged coastline and crystal clear oceanAfter dinner I was dropped of on a beach. Eventually I found a school of bass and caught two. Highlight of the evening was, a breaking wave in front of me. The descending sun was shining through the wave and I could see some twenty odd bass swimming through the wave.
The day ended with a whiskey under the stars. Amazing how many you can see if there is no light-pollution (no I wasn’t seeing double because of the whiskey).
High tech plasticOn Friday, the weather had taken a turn for the worse and the landscape was being swallowed by an enormous cloud with an occasional drip of rain. The plan was to fish for pollack from the rocks. Luckily was very little rain, because climbing the wet, slippery rocks can be quite treacherous. The weather improved and we were able to catch some nice hard fighting Pollack. One of which was transformed to a lovely peace of Fish and Chips.
AddictiveAfter a small siesta it was back to the sea side. Lot’s of rain and wind but my Max Rap proved to be successful and I caught 5 bass. On the way back we spotted some 30 gannets. Like a squadron of dive bombers they were targeting a school of baitfish with some of our silver friends underneath. The school stayed out of range, but it was a beautiful sight.
Mean while, I had become addicted to the hard fighting pollack. The next morning we had some fun with them. That afternoon we were joined by two French anglers, Will and Julian. Together we were fishing in the surf where they both caught there first Irish bass. I was top dog with four bass.
Top dogThat evening we had a great time in the local pub. A man was celebrating his eightieth birthday and the whole town was in the pub. Lot’s of Guinness until the early hours.

Freshly caught Fish and Chips, it doesn’t get any better!
And then it was time for the last day of fishing. The goal was big pollack, but we had to work for them. After a long walk through mountainous terrain we arrived at the mark. After a bit of mountaineering of the rocks, we were ready to start fishing. The pollack where there and they were big ones as well. What a feeling to tighten up your drag and pull a great big bend in your rod, to prevent a hard fighting pollack from diving back into the kelp.
After a long walk, hard fighting Pollack awaited us
I decided to change to a float and try for a wrasse. The wrasse are little street fighters, that try and power back into the kelp beneath your feet, before they surrender. The are georgeous fish that look like paintings. I caught one wrasse before the incoming tide forced us on a long retreat.
Hard fighting paintingsAt night, we had a last go at the bass, but I ended with one fish that came off. For some reason I end each fishing trip with a fish that comes off. Maybe that’s the reason that keeps me coming back to Ireland each year.
Whilst fishing I met an English angler and had a long chat with him. Afterwords, John told me this was Joe Simpson, a former mountaineer and author of some best-sellers, who had nearly lost his life whilst climbing a mountain in the Andes. Always nice how you meet the most remarkable people.
The next day I had to say goodbye to Lynn and John with pain in my heart. After a wild drive through the mountains, I boarded the train to Cork. Ireland is a great country with almost limitless possibilities for the crazed fisherman.
With pain in my heartIn closing I would like to emphasize the Irish conservational effort to protect their bass. The well preserved stocks of bass keep myself and other fishing tourists like me coming back each year. Let’s hope the government can be convinced that this conservational effort has to be sustained for the future.
Conservational effortI can’t wait to return!
Tight Lines,
Paul Ruiter