I nearly went bassing last night as it was so pleasant but a third session in a day was just taking the piss so I decided to hold off for twenty four hours. Of course, one never knows if this is a good or bad move but I figured the dying wind and swell plus the clearing water might just improve chances.
Over at Gorleston the forecast was ideal. Last light 21:51, low water 21:45,3mph winds…if the water was clear and if the bass were on the wreck it couldn’t be better. Those last two were the question but it was a good enough question for Mike, Steve and I to get down there for an 8ish launch.
We paddled out the couple of hundred yards to where the wreck was showing clearly, the stanchions clear of the water and the top of the boiler visible with that surge around it that the bass love. I clipped off to one of the stanchions and started to throw a popper at it, changing to a Rapala DT7 as the sun was setting.
Nothing. I moved off to a buoy, clipped on and spent the enxt hour changing between lures, snapping lures off or pulling them from the wreck and generally doing everything to catch fish apart from catch them. Mike was also clipped off and doing as well as me on the catching and better on the tackle front; I lost three lures all in. Steve was trolling, again without a take and after long enough we both had a couple of trolls, fishless, and headed in on a flat sea, nice and calm as the last of the light disappeared over the cliffs. It was pleasant.
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