Wed morn weather forecast is real scruffy but we make the decision to have a look at 12-30 the forecast is 5-6 SE nice but the boat will lay nice down west.Time to go and tommy lapdance has cried off something about a weather report he's heard well that makes a change he's deaf as a post.
Steaming down the swash and all is fine not to bad at this time so we decide to push on so as not to miss the tide.On reaching our destination were all tackled up an ready to sling our hook, no Wey Smit chasing us at 26knts in thick fog today like the day before i must learn to leave my radio on.Anchor down for the third time this is getting boring were having to let so much rope out because of the weather.Alex gets a bream first chuck and i get hung in and thats where my terminal gear stayed latched on the sea bed to the Purbecks.
After another 30mins with no fish there were very loud explosions and plumes of water leaping out of the sea 1/2 mile south of us and were not talking 1or 2 it sounded and looked like the middle of Baghdad.We stood and looked at each other looking decidedly worried at what the hell was going on. then through the mist a sleek grey fighting machine apeared, what had we done wrong this time. I know we picked up joint first prize with Pugwash ie Mr Burt in the bream comp but was he that upset at sharing the money.Then like magic the vessel was surounded by plumes of water and more explosions, was this vessel a target boat and if it was we had better get out of here quicker than you can ski down everest because it was getting closer.
Any way after that sortee it slipped away in the mist and disapeared for ever and so did the fish until late afternoon.We made one more move and after another hour the fish came back on the feed at about 4-0pm and proceded to end up with some brilliant sport in very dirty weather . At 6-10 we decided to pull the hook and head for home the weather was such we pulled the anchor in aft to dodgy to be on the bow in this lot , will sort it when we get back.Well what can i say about the trip home three tide races to go through and strong wind against tide in the swash, it was washing machine time and interesting, the rain like you've never seen no vis at all along ballard.
Arrived back 7-30 boat didn't need washing off today nature had seen to that just had to sort the anchor out,so it was off to the guinness shop and watch the first half of the footy and home
To sum up the day plenty of good sized fish in the end, the stealth boat was worrying and the weather got interesting to say the least, every thing else was put to rights in the pub as the norm
Crazy and Co
