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Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Well that's August gone?!

But where?! It doesn't seem five minutes since i was stood waist deep in the sea enjoying the glow of the dawn sun, and to look outside today you'd think it was months ago, miserable to put it mildly, but i suppose the rivers have needed some water for a LONG time...

So, a couple of trips to the Cornish coast to bring us back up to date...

Firstly i was joined in my little corner of heaven by 3 fishing buddies(old and new), all armed with fly rods and spikes and silver scales on our minds! Alan(mentioned a couple of posts ago) and i were joined by Luke, to whom I've spoken to via fishing forums for some time and Malcolm, who writes the superb Nadder-diary ...

Even before I'd arrived Luke had taken a nice fish of 2.5lb which only fuelled my desperation to get down there and fishing! We fished the same beach that evening with only Alan connecting with a more modest fish, the following morning was a little more exciting though...

We rose at 4am and after taking in a brew and the wind direction i opted to fish a rocky ledge on the mouth of a estuary, and after a short drive we stood in the car park, in the dark, excitedly donning our waders. we stumbled to the mark and down the cliff onto the ledge, spreading out along the bottom of the cliff headlight were switched off as we quietly walked out to the edge of the bladder wrack to make our first casts. I think it was Alan who had the first fish, only a small Pollack but on a popper which is always fun! I took two Pollack before feeling a good pull on the fly, not the usual taps from the Pollack, The next cast brought the same reaction, i felt the pull, paused a second then as i tightened up the fish was on! It was Bass, without doubt as soon as i lifted the rod it couldn't be anything else, head shakes left right and centre. I brought the fish up to the surface and it was obviously a nice fish of at least 3lbs, i just couldn't get him over the edge of the rock ledge! The 8wt was bent nicely as i took my time not wanting to loose the fish then the hook pulled....... Like someone was holding the fly between thumb and forefinger and just let go, maybe i was too soft with the fish? We'll never know, "that's fishing" came across the wind from Luke, "just gotta fish on"...

Fish on we did, Luke had a Pollack or two and i think Alan had a small Bass, difficult to tell in the half light of dawn. I had an almighty tangle in my fly line that kept me crouched down facing inland with the head torch on for 10mins till i finally sorted it! The very next cast brought me another small Pollack, which as i brought over the edge into 12ins of water of the weed was being followed by a Bass, a BIG BASS, 6lb all day long! Of course it saw me and shot of like a bullet but it was good to see a fish of that size at the mark, it boded well...

As the tide rose we were pushed further away from the edge, everyone kept fishing their spots but i fancied a move. I made for some rocks that looked like they'd put me closer to the edge, i was right, it was a Sweet little point that looked perfect for an ambush as the fish moved along the edge, up into the estuary. I was light now and my hopes for another encounter with a Bass were fading, i put the fly out as far as i could, tucked the rod under my arm and brought the fly back as quickly as my tired arms would allow, the fly came into view the disappeared in a swirl created by a large grey torpedo! The fish came in behind the fly, hit it, turned 180 and headed back out as fast as it could, like a Pike take! It took back all the fly line i'd stripped in and i was playing it off the reel then the hook pulled, AGAIN?! an hour or so later Luke said he saw me crouched holding my head, i was absolutely gutted....

We fished on, Luke had more Pollack and a Mackerel but no more spikeys. Walking back we stood above a sandy bay, Luke was just say it'd be nice to see some dark shapes when 3 appeared from knowhere! He turned to ask if we could get down to the rocks to find me already running down the cliff path, i skipped across the rocks, stripped out the full line and put the fly right at the back of the bay, i let it sink for a moment then stripped it back for all i was worth, "there's one on it" shouted Luke from the top of the cliff, the fly came into view then the fish which melted away as it got closer...

We fished a sheltered mark around some boats later, it's stuffed with Mullet but, well, you know how they are! I took 4 small bass on a shrimp pattern, great fun but i wished I'd had the 5wt with me!...

The rest of the weekend is kind of a blur, we all took Bass but no above average fish unfortunately. As always, a good weekend spent in good company!

A couple of pictures:




The following weekend, after replacing many flies(some of which i lost) i was heading back down there, this time i was joined by Adam.

We couldn't wait to get to the mark where the bigger fish had been seen, and what with the bigger tides we were able to fish it for longer. Our excitement died as we made it round the corner and above the mark, it was blowing a gale straight in, a Facer!...

We fished it anyway but even with the plug rods we struggled to get the lures out into the brick wall...

We fished all manner of different marks over the weekend, from shallow sandy beaches to deeper rocky headlands, we took plenty of Pollack and a few Bass, i managed one from around the boats on the 5wt, on a small shrimp pattern and 6lb tippet, basically trout gear:)

Adam had all sorts of fun on his Patchinko surface plug, he had some good fish hit it that didn't stick and i watched it come across a sandy bay where it got hit at least half a dozen times as it splashed and wiggled it's way across the surface, fantastic to watch!

The best fish came from a shallow rocky beach(don't they all?), again to Adam's plug, it was just coming back in between some rocks maybe three rod lengths out when the fish decided it was going to have it. From six feet to the right the fish shot across the surface, back out of the water and nailed the plug, i only wish I'd have got it on film!!!!!

Another great weekend with plenty of highlights, and hopefully not the last salty trip this year!!!






Here's a short video of Adam plugging and returning the above fish: VIDEO



Cheers,


Graham

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