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Bradwell report 5th August 2010.
Treeman, Martin his hair dresser, and Batanbowl and I went out at about 8 am, into a brisk North- Westerly wind, lots of white horses and rocking and rolling. We found herd of birds at work about ½ mile from the baffle, and as an added bonus they were on the north side of the river, feathers were mounted and we got amongst them, six at a time but not quite big enough, out of about 50 only one was kept. We then pushed out a little way and found another bunch of birds and even though we tried very hard the Bass were spooky and difficult to stay with, only one lonely Mackerel kept (for bait). It appeared to be calming down a bit so I decided to go East beyond the wind farm, the ride out was a bit of a struggle as we had a beam sea, but we managed and got the hook down in about 56 feet. Squid was the order of the day and the fresh Mackerel as well. Three hours banging and crashing around, getting bacon and sausage rolls ready was murder, no fish, no enquiries, really bad news. As the tide eased I got the drop net going and captured a few hermit crabs, they turned out be the life savers, although there was a lot of competition to get the bigger ones out of the net, certain people were secreting them about there persons. At least they were the preferred offerings, for as soon as they hit the bottom they were off taken by a hungry Hound. We had a few misses as well and broken lines or rotten knots, you know the old excuses, lots of leg pulling, and krackoffs. By the time we set off for home the scores on the doors were an honourable draw 4 each, bar me who scored nil, too busy in the galley, making tea and coffee, and trying to keep the cooking oil in the frying pan. On the way home the sea became mirror smooth, and we could see birds at work all over the place, but no time to investigate, but we knew they would be over Bass again.
Treeman, Martin his hair dresser, and Batanbowl and I went out at about 8 am, into a brisk North- Westerly wind, lots of white horses and rocking and rolling. We found herd of birds at work about ½ mile from the baffle, and as an added bonus they were on the north side of the river, feathers were mounted and we got amongst them, six at a time but not quite big enough, out of about 50 only one was kept. We then pushed out a little way and found another bunch of birds and even though we tried very hard the Bass were spooky and difficult to stay with, only one lonely Mackerel kept (for bait). It appeared to be calming down a bit so I decided to go East beyond the wind farm, the ride out was a bit of a struggle as we had a beam sea, but we managed and got the hook down in about 56 feet. Squid was the order of the day and the fresh Mackerel as well. Three hours banging and crashing around, getting bacon and sausage rolls ready was murder, no fish, no enquiries, really bad news. As the tide eased I got the drop net going and captured a few hermit crabs, they turned out be the life savers, although there was a lot of competition to get the bigger ones out of the net, certain people were secreting them about there persons. At least they were the preferred offerings, for as soon as they hit the bottom they were off taken by a hungry Hound. We had a few misses as well and broken lines or rotten knots, you know the old excuses, lots of leg pulling, and krackoffs. By the time we set off for home the scores on the doors were an honourable draw 4 each, bar me who scored nil, too busy in the galley, making tea and coffee, and trying to keep the cooking oil in the frying pan. On the way home the sea became mirror smooth, and we could see birds at work all over the place, but no time to investigate, but we knew they would be over Bass again.
