I woke up okay but I didn’t much fancy leaving my bed. It took a while and in the end I had only forty minutes until Wilmy pitched up. That’s why, half an hour later, my hurried ascent of the stairs knocked out any immediate impetus. It was that chilli I’d made the night before. Wilmy pitched up as I came back down the stairs.
So we began with a coffee to see if things would settle and, appearing to, we set off. Ian’s day had started badly too, the angling shop not yet open due to illness leaving him devoid of bait, weight and traces. No matter, the freezer was raided and off we set, doing a lap first while I went to fetch a spare anchor reel…it was going well.
The traffic through town was atrocious and all the time the tide was running out. Still, we got through and turned onto Beach Road and, when he moved to the side, passed the man standing in the middle of the track. Incredibly fast as he was to tell us when coming and taking my registration number, speeding no less (though he didn’t know what the speed limit would be here. Built up area? Any guesses? If you can do thirty down there you certainly ain’t in my van). There’s kids down there you see, presumably truanting as it was the middle of a school day but as we didn’t see any and he couldn’t answer that we just took his word for it. Anyway, I regretted my cheery good morning to him before he started with his grumbling and let him get on with his threats of reporting me to the police who would be jailing me in due course. Clearly they don’t prosecute people for wasting police time then but I didn’t ask him that, merely for his name and address as he had my details and it was surely only fair. He declined, once he became un-stumped for words. Anyway, the silly old cunt wandered off in self-righteous indignation and a badge-studded hat with his false accusations and we wandered down to a flat sea, so full of positive energy by now that we couldn’t fail to hit the jackpot!
I dropped anchor with the tide still running quite hard and stuck out two rods, both with 4/0 penneled black lug and squid and watched as Wilmy pottered about for a bit before dropping down nearby. I sat and waited. For quite a while. Half an hour or so in fact before the rod finally dipped down into a missed bite. It took a bit longer before I got my first; back it went, I have plenty for now and was on up for large ones today.
It was so slow! Tiny bites that didn’t connect…finally though a keeper, a good whiting that gave a good account of itself. It stayed aboard, to be joined a while later by a decent dab.
It was a bit nippy out here and with only a dozen or so fish at most (the majority caught on blacks with whole squid) of which I kept three, and very few decent bites there seemed little point staying past slack and so we headed in, landing easily by a beach angler who’d not had much either. Had it not been better than the alternative of doing nothing it’d have been a waste of time and effort…
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