Been a while since I've written so I thought I ought to make an effort. Fishing has been slow to say the least. A couple of weeks back there were a few at Trimingham so me, Pete and Steve decided to get up early dig some worms and have a go. Karl (aka "the bait mump") was to meet us down at Trimingham once we'd got the bait, around 8ish.
A steady dig saw us make enough bait for a few hours on a beautiful morning, not March like at all more like late April. We had to pick some bits up from a mate of Pete's then meet Karl. During this time I got a call from Karl saying the world and his dog were down at Trimingham and that given the weather, the jet skiers wouldn't be far behind. A hasty change of venue saw us all meet up at Heart Attack around 830.
What a gorgeous day, flat sea, blue sky and lots of yummy mummy's walking their dogs. Karl was already fishing with frozen bait and had managed a few whiting by the time we got on the beach. I'd got Pete to do 5 packs of bait, one filled with nicked worms, a few wrigglers and a hand full of sand which I gave to Karl while keeping a straight face. We all watched as he knelt at his box, opened the pack and threw his head back. I swear to god I nearly wept as a loud "f&*% sake" rang out along the beach.
Jollity over and Karl duly presented with some proper bait, it was down to the serious sport of sitting watching the yummy's and drinking tea, if nothing else we'd all catch the sun. Whilst we were sat chatting and supping, Pete noticed one of his rods ping back straight (it was only 30 yards away!) and off he ambled to wind in a 2.5lb codling, duly dispatched he returned to carry on knocking a hole in the contents of his flask. Steve on the end peg was getting a few bits as was the mump, I was fishless bar a little whiting when a pod of porpoises came past, always nice to see the porpoises.
We were then joined by the inshore lifeboat out of Mundesley and this coincided with me getting a slack liner. A few seconds later and a bristling codling of 3lb 9oz was in the bucket. Whilst reeling this one in my other rod was going scatty, Karl asked me if he wanted me to reel it in. I wanted to smile and say yes but my tourettes syndrome got the better of me and I told him to go forth with extreme vigour.
When I finally picked my other rod up it was clear to see that somehow I'd managed to cast under Karl's line, duly unravled I wound in nothing, bait in tact and no sign of the manic bite of a few seconds earlier. I wondered if in mine and Karl's tangling that somehow the bite had been his and transmitted up my line, this turned out to be the case as he wound in a whiting shy of a pound on the tangled rod. It still seemed a bit of a viscious bite for even a big whiting and on inspection of the fish something had taken a bloody great bite out of it (it wasn't me Paul honestly). The porpoises were long gone and we hadn't seen any seals so god knows what it was. Whatever it was it had teeth and a bloody big mouth! Its one of the things I love about sea fishing, you never know whats swimming in front of you at any given time.
Pete had another around the same size as mine and that was basically it. Karl had a few bits as did Steve but it was too nice to fish so we went off to the Ingleside for a stella and the post mortem of the days sport. We made some plans about what we'd do over the coming months and I'm more enthusiastic than normal. We're going to have a bash at some early rays in the Thames and some other out of the ordinary things locally.
I had some of the hard won worms left so I had a go on the following Tuesday down at Trimingham. I saw the porpoises again but never saw a bite. A guy in the bay to the right of me managed a doggie but that was it. I only fished the flood and they may have shown up on the ebb but in all honesty it was 18deg, bright and flat, hardly inspiring conditions for fish to feed in.
There's a tentative plan for a night somewhere in this weeks "perfect storm". I'm not really up for it and think my time would be spent better earning brownie points and getting all my gear fettled for the start of spring, still you know me, it doesn't take a lot of talking me into going.
A steady dig saw us make enough bait for a few hours on a beautiful morning, not March like at all more like late April. We had to pick some bits up from a mate of Pete's then meet Karl. During this time I got a call from Karl saying the world and his dog were down at Trimingham and that given the weather, the jet skiers wouldn't be far behind. A hasty change of venue saw us all meet up at Heart Attack around 830.
What a gorgeous day, flat sea, blue sky and lots of yummy mummy's walking their dogs. Karl was already fishing with frozen bait and had managed a few whiting by the time we got on the beach. I'd got Pete to do 5 packs of bait, one filled with nicked worms, a few wrigglers and a hand full of sand which I gave to Karl while keeping a straight face. We all watched as he knelt at his box, opened the pack and threw his head back. I swear to god I nearly wept as a loud "f&*% sake" rang out along the beach.
Jollity over and Karl duly presented with some proper bait, it was down to the serious sport of sitting watching the yummy's and drinking tea, if nothing else we'd all catch the sun. Whilst we were sat chatting and supping, Pete noticed one of his rods ping back straight (it was only 30 yards away!) and off he ambled to wind in a 2.5lb codling, duly dispatched he returned to carry on knocking a hole in the contents of his flask. Steve on the end peg was getting a few bits as was the mump, I was fishless bar a little whiting when a pod of porpoises came past, always nice to see the porpoises.
We were then joined by the inshore lifeboat out of Mundesley and this coincided with me getting a slack liner. A few seconds later and a bristling codling of 3lb 9oz was in the bucket. Whilst reeling this one in my other rod was going scatty, Karl asked me if he wanted me to reel it in. I wanted to smile and say yes but my tourettes syndrome got the better of me and I told him to go forth with extreme vigour.
When I finally picked my other rod up it was clear to see that somehow I'd managed to cast under Karl's line, duly unravled I wound in nothing, bait in tact and no sign of the manic bite of a few seconds earlier. I wondered if in mine and Karl's tangling that somehow the bite had been his and transmitted up my line, this turned out to be the case as he wound in a whiting shy of a pound on the tangled rod. It still seemed a bit of a viscious bite for even a big whiting and on inspection of the fish something had taken a bloody great bite out of it (it wasn't me Paul honestly). The porpoises were long gone and we hadn't seen any seals so god knows what it was. Whatever it was it had teeth and a bloody big mouth! Its one of the things I love about sea fishing, you never know whats swimming in front of you at any given time.
Pete had another around the same size as mine and that was basically it. Karl had a few bits as did Steve but it was too nice to fish so we went off to the Ingleside for a stella and the post mortem of the days sport. We made some plans about what we'd do over the coming months and I'm more enthusiastic than normal. We're going to have a bash at some early rays in the Thames and some other out of the ordinary things locally.
I had some of the hard won worms left so I had a go on the following Tuesday down at Trimingham. I saw the porpoises again but never saw a bite. A guy in the bay to the right of me managed a doggie but that was it. I only fished the flood and they may have shown up on the ebb but in all honesty it was 18deg, bright and flat, hardly inspiring conditions for fish to feed in.
There's a tentative plan for a night somewhere in this weeks "perfect storm". I'm not really up for it and think my time would be spent better earning brownie points and getting all my gear fettled for the start of spring, still you know me, it doesn't take a lot of talking me into going.
Great for sunbathing or walking, cack for fishing. The conditions were this on the last two trips.
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