Work tonight, just one last play. I’d heard of sole fifty yards off one beach so decided to try and fish around slack for a few hours to try and get one along with possible rockling and weever. A quick drive to the other end of town to the easiest launch after failing miserably to get out of bed when intended saw me paddling out to the end of the groynes with lighter gear and smaller hooks and baits. Strings of five small feathers baited with pinches of herring and frozen black lug, one with a weight at the bottom, one with a weight bottom and top. No pressure, just a go.
No twitching…
Tiny baits, none of this whole squid malarkey today. I used less than two lug and half a herring in the time I was there.
The time was less than planned; an hour or so I guess. The weather changed quite quickly and it started to look like a better idea to go. Apparently the windfarm was on lightning watch and those clouds looked none too clever…
The first drops landed as I was loading up; I got home and got the washing in before it cleared again and I put my now washed paddling kit on the line, having taken the opportunity to deal with it on my return. Of course it was out to dry when I went off a couple of hours later to visit my parents and the biggest thunderstorm of the year so far hit town but no matter, it can stay a few days if it must!
Yep. I’m fished out; nineteen sessions on the water in the ten days since my wife and kids went off to France for their holiday; I couldn’t wait to get back to work and put my feet up.
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