"Time to jump ship"

Well it's been tough keeping up with these weekly reports, but here goes...




A day fishing is not always about catching fish.  My last two outings are a testament to that.  It's been and up and down year for me on Fortius.  We started the year with fantastic flattie action around Sark and then it started to dry up for me (unless your name is golden balls Tuc). Just couldn't produce a fish to save my life, to the amusement of the captain. That was very frustrating, but I guess you can't hit em every time.
   I’m not addicted, I’m obsessed. Very, very obsessed. It’s my guess that the same parts of the brain are involved; in my brain and the brains of thousands of people like me, the “go fishing” voice is the loudest and sits at the head of the table, but still listens when it's told to shut up. My point is that the parts of my brain that are telling me to go fishing all the time are still answerable to those parts that tell me I really should go to work instead. But the fishing voice is really, really loud. And persistent.One of the most obvious signs of addiction is withdrawal.  So as I haven't caught many fish of late it was time to change tactics...........

The fishing off Fortius has continued to be poor

Even the Plovers have stopped hanging around

Some times, you can go to fishing Mecca and have a mediocre or even poor trip. This is especially true of my trip out on Wednesday to a spot that had been getting good reports of some nice bass being caught the day before from Miss Connie.  Now, Miss Connie is owned by another friend called Phil, So we don't get confused between Phil and myself well refer to him by his nick name (Phylis). 
 Sunday night Tuc sends a Txt  out.  "Will dangle a worm at 08.50 for 9". He had so many takers the next day we thought it would be a good idea to split the gang up into two boats and make a competition out of it.

Captains Tucs team  (Fortius)

1. Gary
2. Tom
3. Tuc
4. Jen

Captain Phylis team (Miss Connie)

1. Phil
2. Phil

Dawn breaks to another clear,sunnyish day and the fish wars begin.........
  Headed out to same area as we'd been fishing for a couple weeks, as we put lines in it was game on. First drop I hook a fish off the bottom.  3lbs bass, and as I am unhooking it Phylis hooks up with his first. And there it started, there were fish everywhere.
We looked across to Fortius all we had in recognision for our efforts was a slngle raised index finger and a load of verbal abuse (poor losers, shame on you boys).  We were going through a slack so once the tide got going it really looked like it was going to turned on. It wasn't long before bass were coming over the rail.

Fortius :             2x Bass 
Miss Connie : 10 x bass

The rest of the morning saw Phylis skilfully dodging the other boats and putting us over fish after fish.  In all the excitement I didn't take any photos, The boys and girls on Captain Tuc's team looked a bit left out of the fish wars, so I put down the rod and picked up the camera, which is a hard thing to do when the fishing is this good. I sent Jen a text along with a photo of a big un'.
As predicted, when the catch gets low, anger rises, the sense of injustice grows, the irritation at fellow fisherman increases...

Fortius
"Don't let the gulls fool you"

8 lbs 4oz

The text and the photo we received back, well, lets leave it at that. Its to X-rated for this blog. Phylis winkled out another one of about 3lb or so.  This was turning into a really good day now. Team Connie really out fished Fortius with a 20 to 5 fish score, poor show lads. As the tide flooded we moved onto some really nice ground, and fate was on our side again as there were fish there too and the tide and wind direction was perfect. We thought we would try one last drift and then head home. Reeling up my line for the last time. BINGO, a greedy big Tub takes hold of my eel and bends my Diawa Kenzaki Megatub Destroyer rod in two.  "Oh yes, into another one!!" And was he into one? Oh yeah happy days.  So after about 25  bass and one 8lb 4oz tub between the two boats we called it a morning and headed back to the harbour for a much deserved bacon roll, coffee and a chat.



I Love Bank Holidays !!!!!!

They just kept on coming !



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