No fishing Today, instead it was down to Stansted to drop the girls off for three weeks in France. Three weeks all to myself with an empty house. By wife. By elder daughter. Bye younger daughter.
But I wouldn’t be writing this if I’d sat at home, would I. No I wouldn’t. I did briefly go home, for a coffee, but then I went around to Mike’s and he drove the pair of us to Sea Palling as I’d had enough driving for the day! Aaron would be out there when we arrived, hopefully catching, and with luck the tide would be slowing once we got on the water. High water was at nine, we launched at half seven but it was still a bit strong, Aaron already anchored by the reef.
No Cardiac Hill at Waxham tonight, we used the charity car park that had emptied a lot by now and launched by the Independent Lifeboat Station into clear water and a fairly smooth sea that looked okay beyond the shelter of the reefs too. I’d been chatted up already – my wife just can’t leave me alone for two minutes – but I wanted fish.
We chatted to Aaron and milled around and then decided to set off for some fish though Mike and I had feathers out already. It was while he was up-anchoring and attaching a lure that I had my first banging rod tip of that kind for the year and sure enough…
First mackerel of 2013, point number sixteen for leg three and bait for tomorrow. No biggie and only one but it was a start…now if I could get a launce for a point, some more for breakfast and bait and a bass or dozen then I’d be well happy.
We started down, I snagged feather sin rocks and decided it was too shallow for them and too fast to troll down the reefs so moved out to jig the feathers. Five minutes passed then Mike was in with a string of five. I tried there but nothing.
I tried all the way down to the southernmost reef without another mackerel, being sucked in towards the rocks at one point and having to head right back out again…the time of night was perfect but the tide was just too quick. Then, once I got to the bottom, I changed to lure rods and ducked in close, starting back up again against the tide, both rods vibrating away nicely as the sun dodged behind clouds on its way to setting…it was certainly a stunning evening.
Stunning, but another poor session for me. This week is not going at all well…will my luck change? Mike had no more but Aaron at least took a couple of bas home, finally after eight attempts to get one from there. That at least was good news. Me? I had a first-night-of-freedom large donner kebab on the way home but will leave you a photograph of Sea Palling instead…
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