First sailing and out onto actually still swell ridden seas from the unforecast blow the afternoon and evening before. Joining me, Cameron, his dad Andrew, and Tayler and Alex, all friends. Alex's first time properly fishing as well although you wouldnt have known it as ten minutes into the trip he had rod speed, distance and accuracy. Some long termers did not manage that so far.
With Alex being an aficionado of the smoker, the trip had a big of a foodie feel to it. And with top of the tide to contend with, and very little run, it was an obvious decision to start on the squid. They were very obliging, and a dozen later we were on the bass hunt.
We then struggled for the next hour. I simply couldn't find any. But we never stop searching on BIF1. And we found, with 40 minutes to run. Final tally, 11 bass landed, four bass killed, plus mackerel, squid, and I fluked another wee coddie.
Next up, it was my pleasure to welcome aboard Chris, who has fished with me for many years but was battling a jinx on BIF1. And new to BIF1 David, who bought along his boys Edward and Oscar.
With the session being the last part of the ebb tide, not my favourite at the moment, and additionally on a tiny tide, it was always going to be a bit of a struggle, and so it proved. But by keep on hunting, we did eventually begin to pick away at some food for the cool box. Three bass were IKE JIME'd, and a mackerel joined the selection. To round off, we hit the squid grounds, and even managed a triple shot in the rather messy melee.
Third sailing, and we headed out, took one cast, and headed back in again. Too bouncy to stay in touch with the lure, and no point taking money as we would not be catching fishes. The guys will try again another time. Its horrible when this happens, but I truly do know when it its not going to work, and troughs and peaks are that time.
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