A strange phenomenon sometimes happens on cool summer mornings on days which turn hotter later. An incongruous sea-fog was blanketing the mouth of the Haven, giving it a spooky air. The kind of conditions where a phantom ship might just slide past. The supernatural feel was enhanced by my ghost-pale face. I’d over applied the factor-50 sunscreen.
Today was going to be a big family day out on the boat. I wasn’t going to get much rod-time, so before anyone was aware, I slipped a string of feathers over the side and pulled in two mackerel.
For most of the trip, I was kept busy rigging up three rods for our guest passengers, unhooking fish, and attaching new strings of feathers when the kelp claimed another set. The fish obliged, It was great to see everyone catching, squealing out loud as all three rods simultaneously boated fish.
The largest fish came to a gold-bodied, red-tailed jellyworm which I used to replaced a lost hook on a string of mackerel feathers. A chunky cod liked the jelly despite being stuffed with a large hard-back edible crab.
With the three heavy boat rods occupied, I found space to use a spinning rod to cast a savage gear sandeel. This caught me a pollack.
My brief turns of the main boat rods rewarded me with a couple more pollack and a grey gurnard which took a liking to a slice of mackerel.
A great bank holiday.
- 2 Mackerel
- 3 Pollack
- 1 Grey Gurnard