Saturday came round again and with it clear skies, winds
from the north and predictably, cold weather, ice scrapers required first thing
and I wasn’t even up particularly early, this lazy fishing suits me at the
moment. Giles and me had discussed our
options and thought we’d manage a night on the beach. We left in the late afternoon, heading east
we couldn’t make up our minds which beach we fancied. The decision was made at the last possible
moment, we turned left instead of going straight on and so found ourselves at
Monster beach.
The moon had already risen when we hiked across the marsh
but we managed to get everything assembled whilst it was still fairly
light. Here it is very deep and the
currents are tricky, the fishing is inconsistent at best but when it all comes
right… That is why we come here, almost
every angler will know what I mean.
Things started off okay, Giles had two Whiting on his first two chucks
and I missed a sitter on a flapper rig dropped in close. By this time it was dark and getting colder,
baiting up left the hands stinging raw and the wind which was little more than
a breeze really but enough to cut through.
After a couple of hours had passed comfort could only be maintained
inside the shelter, we’d definitely have been a bit warmer at the other beach…But at least we had a few bites, mostly tremors and rattles
nothing to speed the ticker up but enough to keep us interested. Once the currents had abated enough to fish a
bit further out I had two Whiting on whole squid and then two more at high
tide, one on each rod. We packed up
shortly afterwards, truthfully we’d found our limits weather wise, tonight was
just the cool side of comfortable.
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