Tuesday, 1 July 2025

No two tides...


I had a plan for my next beach trip, get some rag and fish the cauldron for Bass but this unravelled when I couldn’t get the worms.  After that I wasn’t sure, could I be bothered?  It was tempting to sit down with the cricket for the last couple of hours but the high tide was around 2015 and I could fish the ebb into darkness so in the end I talked myself into an evening on the beach.  But which beach?  I’d have a good chance at the busy beach but on a warm Saturday it would definitely live up to its name.  I decided to go to the cauldron where I could expect solitude and fish big baits for big fish which are always a possibility here, it’s not always just Bass. 

I’d put the shelter in the car but wasn’t sure i would need it?  It would be frustrating to hike to the beach and be cold knowing it the shelter was in the car so I carried it across the marsh.  The breeze was from the east, straight into my chops but in the end the shelter remained rolled up.  I started off fishing baits fairly close in as the ripping tide was moving rigs cast any further than about forty yards.  On the hooks I mostly used squid of various sizes but also tried crab and a disgusting strip of mackerel that has been defrosted so many times it was probably lethal. I never know what to expect at this spot, it is different every time I fish here but I wasn’t surprised that it started off slowly.  Two hours passed and high tide was upon me but the baits which I’d been recasting regularly were coming back intact.  I tried a long cast but the tide was still raging and it didn’t last five minutes but I kept an eye on any floating debris, it would go slack at some point.

Half an hour after high tide things were calm enough for me to launch a bait and the rig would stay in position for about twenty minutes before starting to roll.  Obviously I was recasting regularly and the baits were coming back chewed but the tips are always wobbling here and I hadn’t seen anything that got me out of the chair.  This changed around 2100 with a definite fishy rattle just after the sun had dipped below the treeline horizon behind me.  This didn’t develop but boosted the confidence and half an hour later I had a proper pull over bite on squid and wound into a decent weight which I pumped steadily to shore.  In close the fish plodded a bit but didn’t run so I wasn’t surprised to see a Ray appear on a wave, a nice fish, my biggest of the year so far.

I fished on for another hour, into darkness but didn’t see any more fishy movement on the tips but when I wound in the heavy rod for the last time there was a bit of weight, unfortunately this turned out to be a big lump of weed which was a bugger to strip off the line.  I loaded up and head back to the car, a daunting hike ahead of me but one bite, one Ray.  I’d have settled for that when I left home.


Another day off and another favourable tide peaking just after 2300 which meant I could go to the shallow beach fish it all the way up hoping for a Ray.  I managed to acquire some ragworm which meant I’d have a decent chance of Bass too, plans set and I was confident.  The tide was right but unfortunately the weather wasn’t, the curve of the coast meant the fresh westerly wind would make life difficult so I decided to head elsewhere and for some reason I talked myself into returning to the ‘cauldron’.  The hike across the marsh was taxing but once I’d unshouldered my gear I was alone in one of the most beautiful spots in the county.

This beach is notoriously inconsistent, heaven or hell and unfortunately it was the latter on this evening.  A day before new moon meant it was a pretty big tide which increases the currents and, on this occasion, made the sea a boiling, raging, scary entity.  Add to that loads of clinging snotty weed being carried on the tide meant holding a rig in position was impossible at times.  Seven ounces cast about thirty yards would start to shift after ten minutes and I was not able to whack a bait out at any time.  I managed a bite on each rod but neither resulted in a hooked fish and I tramped back thinking I should have known better, I got it wrong tonight.

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