Fished the East arm, Brighton marina on Tuesday evening in bay 17 from 7pm through until around 3am.

Loaded the bait armoury with some mackerel, freshly caught on small Hokkai feathers soon after arrival. There were a large number present and were feeding heavily on a huge shoal of small fry of some description.

I Fished one rod with lugworm on a running ledger set up, varying the distance in the search for fish. For the rest of the session, this bait was fiddled with, buggered about with and generally molested by small bream and Pout.

The second rod was baited with fresh mackerel – fillets and heads and lobbed just out from the base of the wall. Small Pout live baits were used on the third rod and were dropped down the wall.

The wind rose and was causing a bit of movement in the water before dropping completely in the early hours.

I had one take on the live bait which was dropped and then nothing for the rest of the night.

While fiddling with a newly acquired rod rest, there was a huge take on the mackerel head. On lifting the rod, I could feel huge resistance and a quivering sensation followed by much tugging.

Bringing the line in towards the drop net, I looked over the edge with my headlight and thought I’d stumbled into the set of ‘20,000 leagues under the sea‘, as below me there was a huge Cuttlefish hanging onto the mackerel head. Seconds later, with a sound like a huge watery fart, it released its prize and shot off towards who knows where.

No more heads available, I carried on and baited up with half fillets. I had just cast out, set the rod down, and turned around, when the rod lurched over. I lifted into a fish which shot off along the wall. I brought the fish back and was trying to get the net when I looked over and saw – mackerel, a big bugger too. Managed to swing it up without the net. Although I had no scales, this sod was around the two pound mark, much bigger than those we normally get.

It was around this time that while looking over the wall to investigated repeated and frantic thrashing noises, I saw fantastic sight. In the dark water, I could see mackerel, herding small bait fish into the corner of the caissons. They were leaving a sort of phosphorescent trail behind them as they hunted. As the large shoal of bait fish were split, they left the same trail but as there was a huge number of them, it was more like phosphorescent waves fanning out. It was a truly amazing thing to watch.

After watching the spectacle for a while, I returned to concentrate on fishing only to find I had a fish on again. It turned out to be yet another big mackerel. This carried on for a little while before stopping as quickly as it had started.

My next ‘catch’ was an old, minging drop net which was covered on foul smelling crap and weed and stuff. Sorry to any staff reading this but I couldn’t carry it when I left so I left it propped up against the railings.

By now, it was well into the ebb and the bites stopped completely. As I packed up, I was already thing of a return at the earliest opportunity.