Mike Fox Posted May 30, 2007 Report Share Posted May 30, 2007 Took advantage of yesterday's brief weather window to venture forth for a few hours, going out with George and Carol on Frisky. The sea was eerily flat in Poole Harbour, with steadily thickening white clouds, and with a 6-7 on the Forecast for later we weren't keen to go too far. We dropped down harbour to our wrasse mark, and finding no-one else on it, we tried a few drifts, and were into the fish straight away. Simple running ledgers, with rag on a 1/0 hook on light spinning gear were being nailed every drift, with most round the 1-2 lb mark, when George connected with a fish that doubled his rod over. After taking line again and again, he brought it to the net, and a plump 3 pounder came over the side. This was the heaviest wrasse he had ever weighed, so an official PB - but much smaller that a huge yellow wrasse he had caught from the same spot years ago - when we had no scales on board. That was the biggst wrasse I had ever seen - and caught by a 3 year old! A few more drifts saw more wrasse, when I felt a gentle pull, then a couple of seconds later a slight knock, and I tightened into a good one, which then dived repeatedly, stripping line from my reel again and again, rod doubled right over. It took about 5 minutes to bring ito into the net, with repeated crash dives. Another official PB for me this time, at 3lb 13oz. Carol was catching fish steadily, but just couldn't connect with the larger fish - she was trying slightly higher in the water though, hoping for a pollack or bass. After an hour or so, we had a chat with a couple of boats sharing a nearby buoy who had been watching the constant action, and found the idea of a sailing boat with rods over the side quite funny. They had a couple of wrasse, small bass, and dogfish (in the harbour!!!), but nothing keepable. As the weather seemed to be holding, we tried further out, but rounding Old Harry, we were greeted by returning angling boats, and a Force 5-6 Westerly, with blackening skies. The trolled mackerel lines had been untouched apart from the inevitable weed (with a few baby sandeels mixed in!), so we turned tail and ran back into the harbour, spotting Mad Mike in his new gin palace, Pride of Morpork II, fishing in a well-known bass and plaice hot-spot. After a brief chat, we headed back in - hoping they had more luck with edible fish than we did. Mike, Carol and George Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Afishionado Posted May 30, 2007 Report Share Posted May 30, 2007 Mike forgot to mention how BLUUDY COLD it was. Really odd at time a cloudless sky with sun shine yet an artic blast with a 'feels like' temperature of 2 or 3 deg' C. The brilliantly clear IoW indicated how low the air pressure was and each sharply defined band of black cloud was driven by a spitfull F5 freezing squall. Any way in the 625's roomy wheel house we had hot coffee and buns whilst the rods were in their holders out in the cold. Results were a few bass up to 2lb, some bream, and in the harbour weed. Mad Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Fox Posted June 17, 2007 Author Report Share Posted June 17, 2007 Picture just uploaded.... Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gnasher Posted June 17, 2007 Report Share Posted June 17, 2007 mike, thats a real beauty! A great pic too and IMHO probably pound for pound, our hardest fighting fish in our waters. well done Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Afishionado Posted June 17, 2007 Report Share Posted June 17, 2007 That wrass is Gavin, we've caught him before, last year same at the same spot! Actualy Marks daughter Laura (12) caught him. Having just picked up the bouy and downed the baits, Laura was heaving at her bent double rod shouting "I got one daddy" Naturally both us experts said "Oh you've just caught the bottom dear" hang on and well sort it out........ "But DADDY it pulling" ..... "Don't make a fuss dear, that's just the waves"....... "DADDY!"(as near tears as a 12 year old can get in nano seconds. At this point Gavin made off towards Wemouth and 'Daddy and I realised that she did indeed have a fish. Poor ignored Laura was justly pleased when dad netted Gavin for her. I now have that bouy in my head as a bloody good spot for clonking wrass if it's a bit naff outside Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Fox Posted June 20, 2007 Author Report Share Posted June 20, 2007 Gavin eh? Following some internal shuffles at work, I find myself with a third job (until first and second can shrivel and drop off), and my new boss is called... You guessed it....GAVIN ! Will never be able to look him in the eye again ! Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Afishionado Posted June 20, 2007 Report Share Posted June 20, 2007 I know a Gurnard called Eric too. He lives not far from Branksome Chine Mad Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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