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By Vic, 20 May, 2007 19:55

Hadn’t been out for an evening session for a while so thought it was about time to cure that. First attempt was trying to fish at Seaford but the brisk SW made it a bit uncomfortable as it was straight into the face. Couldn’t decide where else to try but finally decided on Tidemills as it’s at least a little sheltered from SW.

Set up at about 9pm with high water predicted at 2am. Decided to fish with only one rod and used lugworm and Peeler Crab on a running ledger in conjunction with one of Fishyrob’s ingenious ‘Dvices’. This an excellent bit of kit that let me punch out a fragile peeler bait into a brisk headwind and without having to rely on bait elastic to keep it intact.

There was a heavy surf running with largish breakers in the shallow water at the bottom of the tide. Bite detection was all but impossible. I did have a few knocks but nothing connected.

At around 1130pm, the wind just dropped completely and as the water deepened, the large breakers subsided and left just a decent fishable surf.

First fish came at midnight, when after a stonking bite, a bass of around 2lb came to the beach. This was followed by another two, slightly smaller in size.

The next bite was a cracker, yanking the rod down hard, there was a spirited tussle followed by the sight of a squirming eel being thrown up by the surf. Bloody thing contorted and wrapped up the trace until it was just a ball of snot. Having cut the creature loose, I set up another trace, re-baited and cast again.

Another bloody eel followed, which did exactly the same thing. Same routine, re-cast and waited.

A few more bites and another three bass landed and returned.

The last fish to be landed before all went quiet at 2.30am was a rockling. This was my cue to pack up and face the walk back to the car.

I have to say that it is strangely eerie walking through that deserted village at that time in the morning. All manner of strange noises from the unseen scurrying wild life. Mind you not as unnerving as the sound of an unseen cow coughing at close range.

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By Vic, 2 November, 2006 01:03

Decided to fish the East arm at Brighton Marina last night, so headed off armed with a load of lugworm and for a change, some frozen sandeel.

Arrived at around 9.30pm with the water very low and set up in bay 58 near the rocks. Conditions were a flat calm with no wind at all. Very overcast and heavy cloud.

First rod was set up with a two hook scratching rig baited with nice juicy lugworm. A gentle lob placed the bait a short distance out from the wall. Put the rod in the rest and turned to set up the second rod. Bang!! The rod lurched over over with a violent take, I grabbed it and leant into what seemed a decent fish.

A few seconds later, a decent looking bass was rolling at the base of the wall, problem was, my drop net was still against the back wall along with the rest of my gear, the cord still coiled up nice and tight. I tried, but there was no way of getting to the net without letting go of the rod or letting the fish take a load of line. In the end I decided on trying to hand-line it up the wall – big mistake – twang! as the snood line parted and Mr. bass was off into the distance. (I swore that it turned and stuck two fins up at me). I reckon on it being around the four pound mark, maybe a bit bigger.

I was well pissed off, but nevertheless, attached a new snood, re baited and chucked it again – after uncoiling the drop net and putting it in a convenient spot.

Second rig was a flowing trace baited with sandeel fillet and lobbed a few feet out from the base.

The scratching rig brought in never ending double hits of Pout and a few smallish whiting.

Whilst having a ciggy, the sandeel rod lurched over suddenly. There was a definite tugging going on, but it only resulted in a whiting of around a pound.

Some twitching on the scratcher caught my attention. It failed to develop, so I brought it in, only to find one of the smallest thornbacks I have seen hanging onto the size 2 hook. After sending it back, I recast and then repeated the action again with an even smaller thorny. Try as I might, I couldn’t get any bigger than that.

At about midnight, the wind got up and became quite a brisk SW breeze that added some movement to the water.

In the next couple of hours, it was more Pout, more whiting, a couple of school bass and one crab.

As the tide fell away, so did the bites, as did my ciggy and coffee supply. Time to call it a night and head off home.

As an aside, all the Pout fell to lug, almost all the whiting fell to sandeel or lug/sandeel mix. bass fell to lug as did the Thornies.

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By Vic, 13 October, 2006 15:56

I decided on Brighton Marina East arm as the venue for last night.

Arrived at about 9pm. and made my way to bay 58, to find I was the only one fishing in this area – lovely peace and quiet!

Weather was fine, clear sky, no wind at all, smooth sea with just the hint of a swell. The only sound was the incoming tide against the rocks below.

One rod was set up with standard paternoster with size4 hooks and baited with lugworm in the search for sole. The other rod had single paternoster with size 2/0 hook pennel rig baited with whole calamari and lobbed a few yards from the base.

A couple of hours passed with just a handful of Pout to show for it. This could be bait wasting exercise I thought to myself.

At around midnight or so, the lug rod arched over savagely, I lifted into what seemed like a reasonable fish. Got it to net and a few seconds later, a lovely conditioned bass of around 2 1/2lbs.was lying on the deck. Normally this would have gone back, but it had taken the small hook down so deeply, it had caused serious injury. There was no way that it would have survived, and so was quickly dispatched.

At this point, the second rod lurched over and the ratchet screamed as line was pulled from the spool – another bass? No, a pollack of around 2lbs. had struck the pennel rig. This was brought to the net and landed. I couldn’t believe it when I saw that this too had taken the hooks right down and had to meet it’s maker. I hoped that this wasn’t going to be the theme for the night.

After re-baiting casting, I sat down for a coffee and fag. I sat and studied the glowing rod tips when I saw the worm rod nodding a couple of times. I left it for a few seconds before lifting into the fish. A palm sized sole was duly landed – not quite the size I was hoping for but a sole none the less. This was lip hooked and was returned unharmed. A short while later another small sole was landed nda returned.

A few casts later, I was retrieving the worm rig and had got to the base just before lifting it out of the water, when the rod was wrenched downward so quickly, I nearly lost my grip. Another pollack slightly larger than the first had followed the worm and struck almost at the surface. It was duly landed and returned.

That was about it for the rest of the session apart from the usual suspects. So with a bass in the bag for lunch and pollack for the cat (although I do like it fresh like this, so the cat might have to fight me for it), I headed for home with plans for a near future return.

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By Vic, 12 September, 2006 10:36

…is that when you least expect it, something dramatic happens?

I returned to Seaford Beach on Sunday night for a late session, hoping for a decent bass. Fished the tide up from 8.30pm opposite West View using lugworm and squid strips.

Small bream were in abundance and started to becoming annoying, rattling away at the baits as soon as they hit the water, leaving little chance for Billy bass to have his fill.

Anyway, onto the reason for the title. Over the years that I’ve been fishing, I’ve pondered on a phenomenon that has me puzzled. Why is that you can spend many seconds, minutes or even hours watching the rod tip for that sign that something is going to take the bait and nothing happens but as soon as you turn your back or are distracted in some way – Bang! You get a huge take, but you’ve missed it just because you had the sheer gall to have pour a coffee, have a pee, have a ciggy or perform some other badly needed function.

I have come to the conclusion that it’s probably nothing more than “Sod’s law” . Of course, the other theory is that fish have an acute sense of humour and like nothing more than taking the piss out of the humble angler.

Ah well – C’est la vie!

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By Vic, 11 September, 2006 12:13

Friday was going to be another foray to Seaford beach for an evening session at bass. For some reason I changed my mind and instead decided to head for Brighton Marina.

I went out on to the East arm and set up at bay 38. Two rods – one fished just down the side with small whole calamari or side of one large for lurking bass. The other rod fished with either King Rag or black lug.

It was expected to be one of the highest tides of the year at over 6 meters and they weren’t wrong. There was a strong current, which together with the huge amount of weed in the water, made it difficult to fish. Every few seconds saw the rods arching over under the strain of the weed collecting on the line.

Only catch of the night fish wise, was the smallest Pout I’ve ever seen. How it managed to get on the hook I’ll never know.

I tried all sorts to try and avoid the weed but to no avail. In the end, I just called it a night and packed away.