People: Flying Solo
Duration: 17:00 – 21:30
Tide: High water 16:20
Weather: OK
Bait: week old lug and crab refrozen sand eel and mackerel
Rigs: bally/c specials
Results: 12+ whiting, 10 cod and a painted ray
Report: Plan A was scuppered due to weed

so ended my daylight session. Plan B was now in operation but as this was a night time venue I drove slow and counted cattle in the fields to pass the time away.
Arrived at the venue about 17:00, with a bit of daylight still around I said what the heck no sense at looking at the water put a bait in and see what happens.

Two rods out, 3 hook clip downs, and an hour later not a bit worth getting off my arse

for. Proves what I’ve always said this venue should only be fished in darkness.
Headed (drove)

further down the beach to a well proven spot for plan B
1. Two rods in the water and hour in and nothing to show the BLANK

was on the cards. Well feck if I’m going to blank on the first session of 2015.

I was here for the long haul. While I was still talking to myself

the first decent nod on the rod gave a shout of SAVED time for the pub. While I was reeling my first fish, a small whiting, the second rod started to give a nod or two.

The bait looked good enough on the whiting rod so out it went again. The second rod had a small cod on. From then on it was a mad house a few single and double whiting to start before the big boys moved in.
First in was a good hard hitting fish which I first thought was a bass as it run the surf going away to my right, a plump 52cm cod that hit the scales at 4.4lb.,
COD 4.4lb.jpg
a cod of 50cm
COD 50CM.jpg
followed by 2 single cod on each rod
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Next was a good hard fighting ray of 8.2lb with a small whiting hanging on to a second hook. The beads of sweat were starting to show. I don’t care what people say about braid there is nothing better than to feel a good fish hitting and turning while you reel it in. Those two big fish stopped me reeling a few time as the fought all the way in.
8lb RAY WITH WHITING.jpg
If there is one thing I hate in fishing is having to follow out a dropping tide one rod is a nuisance two rods is a pain in the butt. Once the tide went off the bit of a bank it meant moving the rod stand before every cast and as the jeep is my tackle box that had to be moved too.
The fish kept coming with no let up at one stage I had 3 traces on the ground with fish on and two rods on the rod stand waiting for rigs.
A double cod/whiting followed by a single cod of 44cm.
Now while all of this was going on I was gutting and washing the cod and whiting. I defiantly would not have won any Oscars for bait presentation it was a case of whip a lug onto the bit of crab on the hook and a few crab claw on to the lug on the other hook and the sand eel looked ok.
It was time for the last cast so out they went while I took the heads off the fish. This took a few minutes and gave me a chance to get my breath back. A 61 I’m getting too old for this madness.
All done and stored away I reeled in the rods the first had a double cod on and the second a treble whiting.
Feck more fish to be cleaned.
DOUBLE COD.jpg
TRIB WHITING.jpg
The fat lady sings it’s time for a cigar.
I write this while sipping a warm Jameson and Scrumpy Jack chaser.
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