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I was chatting with my neighbour Ralph, who I've just started sharing an allotment with, and we were talking about finding time to do things. I mentioned that I was always trying to find time to go fishin' and he said that he likes to go fishing too. This was news to me (we've only lived next door to each other for 3yrs!) So I say "do you want to go" he says "when" I say "now?!" "give me 15 mins" says he, and off we went! I'm really starting to like my neighbour.....
Off we went to The Sound, him with his telescopic rod and napsack, me with my car full of gear - the Punto's become a 2 seater-only of late. Got down there bang on high water and it was really misty with a southerly force 1 blowing. We tried off a reef down the south side of the cafe where the tide was really ripping through. He'd brought some frozen lug and ensconsed himself on the comfiest rock he could find, I was on the end of a little spit of rock trying to roll an xlayer in the surge of water racing over a reef into the relative calm behind. After half a dozen attempts at different distances, I got a big knock and struck immediately, fish on! It was a callig of about 3 or 4 lb giving the firefly a taste of the big time. Managed after a lot of screaming exage 2500 to get it to where I could see it when it just swam off, line went dead, nothing! Reeled in and the tip of the jighead hook was broken orf! Bugger!
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X marks the spot.
After a bit the wind got a real chill to it, and as we hadn't have a nibble since then, Ralph suggested that we move round the corner to a spot more out of the wind. After a bit of mountaineering (bloody enormous rod case etc) we got down to fairly flat bit and had a go. Ralph'd decided to get his lure (one lure! (I'm laughing at myself!)) out instead of the lug A bit like this one but orange and about 30g. I continued with the xlayer. The tides were crazy down here, cast out 50yds and it was running left to right, as the lure came round in an arc closer to land the tide was running right to left so I could cover a huge area with a 4" xlayer and 5g jighead. After a couple of tries the lure came back to me and was swirling around in an eddy in front of and bang, very decisive bite and another callig on, this time a 2 1/2 lb-er.
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We eventually had about 5 each, 2 of Ralph's were sh/ttys but they were all of ever decreasing size down to about 1/4 lb in the end! A great time was had, and as we were leaving the mist decided to roll back and I took a pic on my new phone (never had a camera on a phone before!) of The Calf and the mist rolling up it off the sea.
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The Thusla Cross in the foreground (a memorial to a shipwreck), Kitterland in the mid and The Calf in the background
Off we went to The Sound, him with his telescopic rod and napsack, me with my car full of gear - the Punto's become a 2 seater-only of late. Got down there bang on high water and it was really misty with a southerly force 1 blowing. We tried off a reef down the south side of the cafe where the tide was really ripping through. He'd brought some frozen lug and ensconsed himself on the comfiest rock he could find, I was on the end of a little spit of rock trying to roll an xlayer in the surge of water racing over a reef into the relative calm behind. After half a dozen attempts at different distances, I got a big knock and struck immediately, fish on! It was a callig of about 3 or 4 lb giving the firefly a taste of the big time. Managed after a lot of screaming exage 2500 to get it to where I could see it when it just swam off, line went dead, nothing! Reeled in and the tip of the jighead hook was broken orf! Bugger!
After a bit the wind got a real chill to it, and as we hadn't have a nibble since then, Ralph suggested that we move round the corner to a spot more out of the wind. After a bit of mountaineering (bloody enormous rod case etc) we got down to fairly flat bit and had a go. Ralph'd decided to get his lure (one lure! (I'm laughing at myself!)) out instead of the lug A bit like this one but orange and about 30g. I continued with the xlayer. The tides were crazy down here, cast out 50yds and it was running left to right, as the lure came round in an arc closer to land the tide was running right to left so I could cover a huge area with a 4" xlayer and 5g jighead. After a couple of tries the lure came back to me and was swirling around in an eddy in front of and bang, very decisive bite and another callig on, this time a 2 1/2 lb-er.
We eventually had about 5 each, 2 of Ralph's were sh/ttys but they were all of ever decreasing size down to about 1/4 lb in the end! A great time was had, and as we were leaving the mist decided to roll back and I took a pic on my new phone (never had a camera on a phone before!) of The Calf and the mist rolling up it off the sea.
The Thusla Cross in the foreground (a memorial to a shipwreck), Kitterland in the mid and The Calf in the background
