The walk never get's any better & it's important to remember the journey there is the good bit...
Steve managed a bream on feathers while Dave was plucking them out on bait upto 1lb 4oz but he also found a lovely gurnard.
I have never known the feathering to be such an ordeal, the sea had rafts of weed at 15 yards out and beyond so we were working hard for or two mackerel every few chucks and spending most of our time plucking weed off the line and tip eye. I managed 32 in an hour or so which really was the objective (the bait freezer).
A nice onshore was blowing which gave us hope that something good may show.
I was too busy feathering when the best of the sunset happened but I decided it looked to similar to the skies I had taken pics of on previous trips.
I actually turned up on the session without any bait so I was pretty pleased to have quickly got enough mackerel for the session at least and pretty inspired to have such fresh bait. During the past 3 week I have been out once for one short session locally which only produced a dropped plaice in 3 hours. To say I am out of love with fishing lately is an understatement, targeting tope is breaking me bit by bit and I am no closer. This session I put 2 live scad out at dusk on pulley rigs (as there was too much weed for sliders initially).
Steve called me saying he was in so I whipped my mobile phone out and managed to capture him reeling this in:
The footage may have been grainy from the old phone but I do love the still photo with a hint of the last of the light on the horizon.
Steve looked happy enough and the 3 of us felt it may just get going and that was the start....
But with only straps and dogs after dark it proved to be a long night sat on the shingle, though a warm one and I can't say it was unpleasant, though I would have preferred to have had a boat to go back as carrying the 25 mackerel I had saved for the freezer and my gear sort of reminded me of that film "The Way Back" where they hike from Russia to India, a light exaggeration perhaps but you get the picture, Bridging Camp is no picnic. I think a rock session is on the horizon for me, we all agreed this was a session to forget about.
Roll on Ascension Island....