I can't remember a sea fish doing that before?

Another week passed by slowly as they do when I have something fishy to look forward to, in this case a favourable early evening tide.  I like these as I feel the high tide gives me a good chance of fish as does the fading light a couple of hours later, two bites of the squid so to speak.  The question, as ever, was where do I go?  The sensible thing would be to grab some ragworm and head for the ‘Cauldron’ as I’d had a good night there a fortnight ago.  But my mind couldn’t get passed the little Hound I caught last week, although small it had pulled back and was an impressive creature, I want to catch more!  After five years of this sea fishing lark, I’ve learned enough to be able to catch Bass and Rays fairly consistently but Smoothounds have proved elusive and I haven’t really got a clue.  Fishing midweek means the popular beaches are far less busy therefore more acceptable to me and it was at one of these I’d caught last week’s Hound. The notebook, an essential item in any fishing bag, reminded me of something that should have been obvious; of the small number of Hounds I’ve caught most have come from this particular beach.  So that made the decision for me but I’d have to wait, bad weather meant delaying the trip for twenty four hours.

I hadn’t been able to fix the reel that had let me down last week, the screw holding the bail arm roller wouldn’t move even after several blasts of WD40 and in the end I managed to burr the Phillips X.  The £40 Mitchell reel had done me for nearly five years which is a lot longer than I expected when I bought it.  I bloody hate buying fishing tackle and not just because of the ‘new tackle curse’ but now it was urgent and couldn’t be avoided.  I liked the look of a couple of mid priced Daiwa reels but there were none in the tackle shop and my choice was either fairly cheap or bloody expensive.  I ignored my own normal advice and went for the first option which was a Shakespeare Salt with a big spool and ended up grabbing a cheap 13 foot Advanta beachcaster to go with it.  The old North Western glass thing has done me proud and after a bit of care and attention it will come back again.

I left home in the early afternoon for the usual patient (?) drive through the green heart of the county and arrived around 1530.  There were too many vehicles in the car park so I almost backed up and went somewhere else but I had a little recce and it looked like there was plenty of space where I wanted to fish so I loaded up and commenced the hike across the shingle.  Before I was half way there I noticed a couple more people set up half way down the slope, fishing pretty much where I’d hoped to go.  For a second time I contemplated heading back to the car and going elsewhere but in the end I walked to the far northern end of the beach where I’d have a bit of peace and quiet.  I’ve caught here before, including a Smoothound but had I known this was where I’d end up I probably wouldn’t have come to this beach in the first place?

The afternoon was warm and mostly cloudy with a stiff south westerly breeze, the sea in front of me had a bit of swell but the waves were fairly small.  I was fishing with two rods and the usual methods, pulley rig on the heavier rod and a running leger on the light one and made my first casts around 1600, just under three hours before the high tide.  Baits on both rods were mostly whole squid, larger ones on a two 2/0 pennell or smaller ones on a single 3/0.  I always try other baits, mackerel, bluey, crabs and have caught fish on all of them but I have total confidence in squid and sometimes wonder why I ever bother with the others.  The first cast with the new set up was disappointing and it took me a couple more casts to get out of the habit I’d had of fractionally delaying the line release, I didn’t need to load up the sloppy old glass blank.  It will be interesting to see if I can cast further with the new gear, I’m not convinced it will make much difference.

The first hour passed quickly with me content in the beach shelter cuddling a cup of tea, when I emerged the wind soon reminded me why I carry the shelter.  Glancing to the south of me I could see some of the anglers had gone home leaving a nice big space where I would normally fish.  I thought about lugging all my gear down there but only for a split second because humping it along half a mile of shifting shingle would be a physical work out I might need but don’t want.  As time passed and the sea rose, I tried baits near, medium and far and although I noticed the odd erratic movement on the rod tips there were no proper bites.  I continued to curse myself for coming to this beach and ending up at this end of it.  By 1800 the wind had picked up and had swung to the south, battering and rattling my shelter.  The swell was heavier too and the waves had grown bigger and louder as they crashed against the slope.  Conditions now looked good for a Bass (or so they say?), why didn’t I get any ragworm?  Why the hell did I come here?

A few minutes later there was a sharp pull on the heavy rod, a definite bite but it had stopped by the time I was out of my chair and didn’t develop.  I left it a little while then wound in a mangled bait and this continued for the next few casts, frustrating taps and knocks but nothing I could strike at.  High tide came and went, the fishy activity slowed up again and I began to chunter some more.  Things were looking bleak but there is a chance here at any state of the tide and I had darkness to look forward to, that might be the key tonight.  Then again, I caught a few fish in daylight last week?  There were still three or four anglers sticking it out to the south of me, as I was sat with my back to them I hadn’t a clue if they were catching or not but they hadn’t buggered off at least.  The casts on the new rod were getting better but honestly I haven’t a clue how far the leads land in terms of metres and never have.  I know some we get just right and they fly and others are fractionally out in some way and don’t go as far.  Of course all honest anglers have total fuck ups from time to time.  With the tide now ebbing the waves began to shrink and the sea looked a little flatter, maybe there was a chance of a Ray after all? 

The clock began to speed up and I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t remember how long the baits had been out there so around 2030 I freshened them both up with two fresh squid.  Ten minutes later I had a proper thump on the heavy rod, the first decent indication in ages, this didn’t develop but the light was fading now and things were looking up.  The wind had eased off and in terms of comfort, conditions were the best they’d been all afternoon.  I’d give it an hour and if nothing was happening by then I’d get off.  At 2100, two hours into the ebb the light rod banged a couple of times and bugger me I was into a fish.  I soon wound a good sized Whiting up the slope, it was well into legal size and I considered taking it home but ideally I’d need another one for a decent meal but as this looked unlikely I slipped it back.  I’ve had a few evenings where I’ve chucked these fish back one after the other as I wasn’t sure I’d get another one, would this be another?  Have the Whiting moved in? Apparently not but at least I'd caught something.

Around 2130 the heavy rod started banging but I was too keen and too soon.  I freshened the bait up then launched it back out and within minutes it slammed over and not even I could miss this one.  I stood at the top of the slope attached to a fish with a bit of weight and resistance but as this was the first I’d hooked on the new rod I couldn’t be sure what was going on.  At first I thought ‘Ray’ but it dawned on me that although I was gaining line steadily this fish was running, not just hanging in the tide like a Ray can do.  The closer I brought it to the beach the more determined these runs were and it actually took line off the clutch, I can’t remember a sea fish doing that before?  What was going on here?  It could be a big Bass but honestly I didn’t think so, even before I’d seen it I was pretty sure what I was attached to and when a retreating wave left it high and dry I picked a good sized Smoothound up by the tail!

These fish are fucking awesome, they look fantastic and considering the strength of the gear we have to use, they fight like fuck.  It was probably twice the length of the measure so the scales came out and recorded a new PB by a distance but trying to control this creature was a difficult.  It was still full of wiry strength and refused to stay still but that isn’t the only reason the photos came out as they did.  I could have tried again but carried it back down the slope and stood grinning as it powered back out to sea, weirdly I felt like I’d been dismissed from its presence.  That was the best fish I’ve caught from the beach so far and I loved the experience, I want more.

In a way it would have been nice to sit on my arse and reflect but maybe there was a chance of another so obviously I got another bait out quickly.  And the bites continued with the heavy rod knocking on every cast but the culprits were Dogfish.  I landed three of these and missed a couple but by 1030 I’d stayed later than planned and was thoroughly knackered.  I must be getting my timings wrong because I keep packing up at times when I know I could catch more fish, something to think about.  As I packed up I noticed there were no lights on the beach so it looked like everyone else had left and sure enough mine was the only vehicle left in the car park.  What a strange evening, five hours of thinking I’d got things totally wrong then a few bites and a fish that will keep me grinning for weeks.  Oh Jesus is this the beginning of a new addiction?