Mid October, the best time of the year and as always I try to cram as much in as I possibly can. A few days spent at the special place, more memories made… Elsewhere Giles and I had another evening drifting around in a boat, chucking lures in likely places. On this occasion the fishing was tricky, the Pike had moved from where we’d last located them and when we did catch up they weren’t really up for it. We moved several fish but they were mostly just swirling and bumping however we did manage to bring three small fish to the boat.
Then a week later, October new moon with comfortable conditions and a light north westerly wind, I’m not going Pike fishing, what’s going on? Well if for whatever reason I can’t fish for Pike at my favourite place then why not do something differently entirely, especially when there’s a big high tide due not long after midnight. So Giles and I loaded the motor and head east, I had a nagging feeling that I’d left something important behind, thankfully we hadn’t gone far before I realised it was my wellies.
We arrived at the car park at around 1815 with the daylight
fading quickly, hoisted our gear then tramped through the unique back of beach
habitat. We set up where we always do
and the way things have gone this year why wouldn’t we? I soon had the regular two rods ready; a whole
squid was hurled on a pulley rig and on my lighter set up I fished a running
leger with a size 1 longshank baited with strips of mackerel. I managed to get the shelter up and
everything organised before the headtorch became necessary but the latter was
strapped on soon after. The fading light
meant there was little time to take in the surroundings and sitting in the dark
felt surreal. We have little experience
of beach fishing at this time of year and not much idea of what to expect but
if we saw the rods knocking a few times and wound in a couple of fish that
would be a result.
To say the evening went to plan would be an understatement,
our rod tips were showing knocks and rattles from the first casts and there was
barely a cast all evening that didn’t bring some kind of fishy attention. Tonight there was little time to chat, we
were on the go constantly, if not winding in or casting, traces had to baited
up ready for the next chuck. We began by
catching mostly small Dogfish which were in the mood for a scrap, mine coming
mostly on the lighter rod then as time passed all the rods were banging and
most of the fish we beached were Whiting, many were big enough for Giles to
take home for a feed. This is all good
fun but as time passed we grew greedy, would something big put in an
appearance?
Not long after 2200, still a couple of hours away from high tide, I heard an exclamation from Giles direction and looked up to see him struggling with a seriously bent rod. He had a bit of a pull me push me but gained line steadily. I waded into the breakers and grabbed the leader to drag a big brown diamond onto the shore, a good sized Ray – actually a PB for Giles and a fish that made the night complete. But we weren’t done yet. Minutes later Giles other rod dropped slack and he wound into another good fish. With heavier tackle this one put up less resistance and he soon had a second, smaller Ray at his feet.
So the Thornbacks were about and feeding, I must be in with a chance! I decided to put a bigger hook and a whole squid on the light rod and freshen up the squid on the heavy rod too. When I wound them in both rods had undetected Whiting attached, no wonder the Rays couldn’t get to my baits. Within minutes of the recast I had a decent bite, the heavy rod again and found myself attached to something with a bit of weight. It came in easily but I was chuffed to catch myself a Ray even if it was the smallest of the night. With this rod recast I set about preparing the next bait but glanced up to see the heavy rod being yanked over heavily. I struggled out of the chair and grabbed the rod and pulled into a heavy weight at long range. This fish definitely didn’t want to visit the beach and hung in the fast tide like a drogue, pumping it back was hard work but steady lift and wind kept it moving. After the normal tug of war in the shallows Giles grabbed the trace and dragged it onto the beach. It was a good sized Ray but it had felt much heavier and I’d expected something about the size of a pool table. I soon had a bait back out and a few minutes later the same rod went slack. I wound into another good fish and another obvious Ray although this one was coming in a bit easier and didn’t make me work like the last one. A bit smaller but still a bloody good fish!
Orion had now climbed above the horizon, we’d had five Rays in under an hour which had turned a good night into a brilliant one but after that things started to calm down. There were no crabs about so we could leave our baits out and we still had bites almost every chuck but the gaps between them were longer. We missed a few and caught a few more Whiting but we knew from experience that the best part of the tide was over. Between us we must have caught over forty fish though Giles had the lion’s share, his flapper rigs were showing bites much better than my long hooklength and he had a few double hits. At high tide the wind grew strength and veered to the north west, we could feel the difference straight away and the decision to call it a night was an easy one.
We walked back inland with the stiffening breeze in our
chops, you could feel the north in it for sure.
After a busy evening on a rugged beach and a couple of hikes a soft car
seat feels like heaven. That was a good
night’s fishing and I hope I can find time to have another go soon, October
just isn’t long enough.
