Might As Well…24/09/2013

Might As Well…24/09/2013 Andy popped over to pick up his anchor. I’d not managed to persuade myself to go fishing which was quite fortunate as the sparkies turned up to sort out the downstairs lights which had gone of a couple of weeks before. Nattering, drinking coffee and then deciding we may as well try for a bass, seeing as how the weather was nice even if the tides were wrong, we got ourselves sorted out and wandered down to the end of the road. It was flat. We launched and headed over to the pier, up the side, chatted to a couple of anglers then shot past the harbour mouth and started to troll up to Ness Point. Murky water of course, perhaps the noise from the lures would attract the fish because sight wasn’t going to do anything today! But no, not on this run, even in the usual spots. Up at the point Andy decides he needs to deal with certain private matters which, in shorts and a wetsuit, he can’t really do afloat. It’s not a very good place to land but to the amusement of myself and a couple watching the sea he negotiates his way between and onto rocks… Off again, troll back, fingers crossed…but no, nothing doing. Back around the pier and into kiddie’s corner. We swap kayaks, he’s still unsure what to go for so takes the Scupper the rest of the way back; it fits like a glove and he sees the reason it has such a following…not a wasted day then.