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Andy Colmar and Edgey originally intended hitting Eastney Beach or South Parade Pier, with the idea of a late start, 1pm-ish to fish through till midnight.
Day started reasonably well, got the bait from Solent Tackle at mid-day, then remembered we had forgotten out portable radios, Andy wanted to listen to England being slaughtered by Oz and Edgey wanted to listen to the Masters.
Easter Sunday is not a good idea to poodle round Portsmouth asking the only open shops if they sell cheap portable radios. Result blank. Easter Sunday is not a good idea as a day on which to start fishing at about 1pm at Eastney Beach. It was packed solid. Result Blank. Easter Sunday is not a good idea as a day on which to start fishing at about 1pm at South Parade Pier. It was packed solid and shut to Anglers. The shop on the Pier did sell portable radios, but they had sold out. Wont talk about the lower deck here. Result Blank. We then tried the Portsmouth Sea Wall. Room but no where to park. Result Blank.
Then we found a small bit of beach with a tiny jetty on it near the entrance to Portsmouth Harbour, with the channel into the Harbour about 90 yards off. Result 2pm we started.
We were then plagued by hordes of numpties throwing stones into the sea, and occasionally at us, asking stupid questions and hanging around immediately behind us and having to be asked to move every time we wanted to cast or worse, swimming off the beach and immediately heading parallel to the beach and into our lines. Why this was the case when there was probably 100 yards of beach to our right, which was pretty full admittedly, I dont know. Such is life. Eventually, the beach cleared a bit and Andy missed a nice bite.
Edgey then in his usual inimitable fashion, landed a fish, OK, it was a wrasse only about 4 long, but it did enable him to irritate Andy about how many times he had blanked lately. (All right I admit it, I thought it was a Weaver to start with)
Feeling sorry for him I gave him the Wrasse to use as live bait.
He flung it out and about an hour later, it appeared to be very (wait for it) ha-wrassed, ha ha. The rod tip was jigging up and down, but when it was wound in it hung there feebly swishing its tail and looking even more ha-wrassed. (That is enough of that Pun.ED). We concluded that it had been bullied by a Bass and left alone.
The rest of the day and evening turned into a big blank, until last cast at 9.30pm Andy, after a long hard fight, much effort managed to land a complete non-specimen scorpion fish, thereby escaping the blank by the skin of his teeth, as he had the on the day of the great HHAC meet, with his minute flounder off the last cast there.
Small point, as you will all be bored stiff by now, least ways I am getting so writing this, I did at one point say to Andy as we were driving around desperately looking for some-where to fish, Why dont we try Gilkicker Point. I see now if we had we might have had instead a Spotted Ray and Smoothound of a time. What a pity eh!
Day started reasonably well, got the bait from Solent Tackle at mid-day, then remembered we had forgotten out portable radios, Andy wanted to listen to England being slaughtered by Oz and Edgey wanted to listen to the Masters.
Easter Sunday is not a good idea to poodle round Portsmouth asking the only open shops if they sell cheap portable radios. Result blank. Easter Sunday is not a good idea as a day on which to start fishing at about 1pm at Eastney Beach. It was packed solid. Result Blank. Easter Sunday is not a good idea as a day on which to start fishing at about 1pm at South Parade Pier. It was packed solid and shut to Anglers. The shop on the Pier did sell portable radios, but they had sold out. Wont talk about the lower deck here. Result Blank. We then tried the Portsmouth Sea Wall. Room but no where to park. Result Blank.
Then we found a small bit of beach with a tiny jetty on it near the entrance to Portsmouth Harbour, with the channel into the Harbour about 90 yards off. Result 2pm we started.
We were then plagued by hordes of numpties throwing stones into the sea, and occasionally at us, asking stupid questions and hanging around immediately behind us and having to be asked to move every time we wanted to cast or worse, swimming off the beach and immediately heading parallel to the beach and into our lines. Why this was the case when there was probably 100 yards of beach to our right, which was pretty full admittedly, I dont know. Such is life. Eventually, the beach cleared a bit and Andy missed a nice bite.
Edgey then in his usual inimitable fashion, landed a fish, OK, it was a wrasse only about 4 long, but it did enable him to irritate Andy about how many times he had blanked lately. (All right I admit it, I thought it was a Weaver to start with)
Feeling sorry for him I gave him the Wrasse to use as live bait.
He flung it out and about an hour later, it appeared to be very (wait for it) ha-wrassed, ha ha. The rod tip was jigging up and down, but when it was wound in it hung there feebly swishing its tail and looking even more ha-wrassed. (That is enough of that Pun.ED). We concluded that it had been bullied by a Bass and left alone.
The rest of the day and evening turned into a big blank, until last cast at 9.30pm Andy, after a long hard fight, much effort managed to land a complete non-specimen scorpion fish, thereby escaping the blank by the skin of his teeth, as he had the on the day of the great HHAC meet, with his minute flounder off the last cast there.
Small point, as you will all be bored stiff by now, least ways I am getting so writing this, I did at one point say to Andy as we were driving around desperately looking for some-where to fish, Why dont we try Gilkicker Point. I see now if we had we might have had instead a Spotted Ray and Smoothound of a time. What a pity eh!
