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Arrived at beach around 20:00 to be met by a brisk NE wind which over the course of the evening started to generate a lovely wave set. Low water around 21:00 so the idea was to fish down and a few hours up.
Lug worm were very good: fresh, decent sized and well priced (thanks Steve)
I arranged base camp rigged both rods and cast out hoping for the wonderful first cast first bite scenario but not to be.
Vermin were about but not too bad.
After a couple of casts reeled in an undersized dab followed shortly after by another then caught a flounder which was paper thin. Didnt see the bites too well just a differnt pattern to the rod tip in the wind and wave.
Very near bottom of the tide I thought I saw the tip nodding so reeled in to find what looked like the first Whiting off the shingle.
Must be the smallest Bass I have ever caught: less than the width of my hand.
About an hour later I noticed the rod tip nod followed by another nod and then it pulled hard over and kept going.
Somethin in my brain told me to pick the rod up and start winding in. Strange that!
Whatever was on the other end had a different idea.
I was promptly pulled towards the water edge, the rod was bent double; so much so that I could hardly hold it upright and I could feel the butt starting to compress.
I managed to gain some line and then whatever it was really woke up.
Line started to be pulled from the multi in a steady stream as if I had hooked a train; it was just unstoppable. I did get some more line back in the more relaxed moments but in reality I knew which way it was going. The line parted after about 5 minutes.
Havent got a clue what it was but suspect a Seal or some other large fish eating mammal that was on its way to Blakeney point and decided to eat the flattie that was hooked on my line prior to its arrival.
After re-rigging I cast out again and went on to catch two more Bass. Both sizeable this time.
This wind / sea pattern is bound to set up a good feeding pattern over the next few days so get out there and cacth em
Oh and any ideas about my unexplained line stripper would be wecome.
Lug worm were very good: fresh, decent sized and well priced (thanks Steve)
I arranged base camp rigged both rods and cast out hoping for the wonderful first cast first bite scenario but not to be.
Vermin were about but not too bad.
After a couple of casts reeled in an undersized dab followed shortly after by another then caught a flounder which was paper thin. Didnt see the bites too well just a differnt pattern to the rod tip in the wind and wave.
Very near bottom of the tide I thought I saw the tip nodding so reeled in to find what looked like the first Whiting off the shingle.
Must be the smallest Bass I have ever caught: less than the width of my hand.
About an hour later I noticed the rod tip nod followed by another nod and then it pulled hard over and kept going.
Somethin in my brain told me to pick the rod up and start winding in. Strange that!
Whatever was on the other end had a different idea.
I was promptly pulled towards the water edge, the rod was bent double; so much so that I could hardly hold it upright and I could feel the butt starting to compress.
I managed to gain some line and then whatever it was really woke up.
Line started to be pulled from the multi in a steady stream as if I had hooked a train; it was just unstoppable. I did get some more line back in the more relaxed moments but in reality I knew which way it was going. The line parted after about 5 minutes.
Havent got a clue what it was but suspect a Seal or some other large fish eating mammal that was on its way to Blakeney point and decided to eat the flattie that was hooked on my line prior to its arrival.
After re-rigging I cast out again and went on to catch two more Bass. Both sizeable this time.
This wind / sea pattern is bound to set up a good feeding pattern over the next few days so get out there and cacth em
Oh and any ideas about my unexplained line stripper would be wecome.
