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By Vic, 3 October, 2009 10:21

As the weather looked promising with some Westerly winds building up over the weekend which meant more movement in the water, I decided to take advantage and fish Seaford beach after work on Friday. I arrived at the beach at about 9pm and set up just about half way between The Beachcomber and West view. The wind was a moderate, in the face breeze; sea state was not rough – a bit lumpy and easy enough to hold bottom. DVice held solid as did 5oz Breakaway gripper. Things looked just right.

I fished one rod with lugworm /squid cocktail at varying distances on a ledgered DVice and another rod close in with a ledgered 4/0 pennel baited with either whole squid or sandeel.

First fish of the night was a bass of around a pound and a bit which took sandeel close in and then managed to get its revenge by slicing my thumb with one of it’s gill plates. I then missed a lovely run, and followed it with a hook up but dropped fish, both again of sandeel. Only had one knock on the squid which took me by surprise so much that I struck, forgetting I had the reel in free spool (not a good idea). These were all about 1 – 1½ hours before high water after which it went dead.

Had a couple of small Pout on the lug/squid combination and then about an hour after high water, had a couple of whiting which were of a decent size. It then turned off completely with no other bites showing.

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By Vic, 8 September, 2009 16:19

Having been weeded out at the Beachcomber in Seaford last time around, I was eager to have another go and to see if there were any decent bass in a feeding mood, so I had another session last night. Got there at about 7.30pm while still light and parked about 50 yards East of the of the pub and hopped out onto the beach for a peek to see if the dreaded weed was lurking. At first glimpse, I couldn’t see any weed but I did see what I thought was a string of net markers only about 10 yards from the shoreline. It wasn’t until I got closer and had a good look, that I could see they were Gulls – strangely all equidistant and in a perfect line and parallel with the shore, it was so weird. Anyway, I’m off to Specsavers tomorrow so as not to be so easily fooled next time.

Having seen that there were no signs of weed, I set up one rod with a ledgered DVice, size 2 hook baited with lugworm and chucked this out while I set about setting up the bass rod in preparation for darkness. Having got everything sorted and had a coffee, I tended to the worm rod, to find it rattling away. On bringing it in, I saw an obvious small flatfish coming in that I first thought was a dab but having taken hold of it and turned it ‘colour side up’ I saw that it was a small plaice. Unhooked and put back, baited up and re-cast. The next two fish were whiting which although not ‘pin’, weren’t exactly ‘jumbo’ either.

As darkness fell, the bites dried up with not one bit of interest shown except by large balls of the ‘Spaghetti weed’ we’ve been plagued with. Anyway, I decided it was time to deploy the bass rod in earnest. I put the worm rod to one side, baited up the 4/0 pennel rig with a whole squid and lobbed it out into what was not so much a nice surf but a gentle tumble of wavelets. First hit was a small bass which threw the hook at the waters edge. Next was another bass of about 1½lbs. which was quite a spirited little blighter.

It all went a bit quiet after that until about 2 hours before high water when it went a little hectic with a bass a chuck, the biggest going about 2½lbs but not one was on squid. I’d changed tactic when it had gone quiet and had tried to some largish blast frozen Ammo launce (Greater sandeel) which the bass hit really hard. One of the fish had a distinct deformity of the lower jaw and lip which made it look like Victoria Beckham at a photo opportunity. Its mouth could hardly open and it was a hell of a job to get the hook (how a 4/0 got in there in the first place is a mystery). Hook was removed and ‘Posh’ was returned to pout another day.

I was full of expectation for the ‘Golden hour’ after high water but it was not to be. After the earlier flurry of activity, it went to none at all and before long it was 2.30am with not one more fish added to the tally. As I packed up, I reflected that it hadn’t been too bad really – total of 8 bass, 2 whiting, 1 plaice. Now, I know the bass weren’t huge – not even big but it was good fun and its better than a blankety blank. I think I may give the launce another try on the next trip and see if I get similar results. I was surprised that only two were taken on squid but it could just be coincidence that at the time I changed over to launce, the fish came on at the same time and that if I’d carried on with the squid, I would still have caught anyway… who knows.

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By Vic, 6 September, 2009 09:57

Fished Seaford last night from about 8pm through until 2am. I was originally going to fish at the Beachcomber but the amount of weed put me off and so tried Edinburgh Road section where it didn’t look too bad. I set up shop about 50 yards East of the car parking area and cast out nice juicy lugworm and squid cocktail on a ledgered DVice into the a decidedly lumpy sea.

Within minutes, the rod was keeling over under the weight of weed that had attached itself to the line. Retrieved as far as I could until the leader knot jammed in the tip ring due to weed build up. Having cleared it, retrieved, de-weeded and re-baited, I cast out again trying avoid the rafts of floating weediness. Few minutes later, the same routine. This was repeated several times until I got thoroughly pissed off with it. Even if by some chance, a fish could chew its way through the crap to get at the bait, I’d be lucky to land it with the tip ring jamming up, so I thought a change of tactic needed.

Opted to go short and lob a whole squid on a long link ledger (running paternoster) 4/0 pennel about 20 yards out into the crashing waves where the weed didn’t seem to have invaded. As I stood there holding the rod, I wondered if I’d be better off sitting at home in front of the telly, when I had a lovely take, pulling the rod over in my hands. I struck, felt a brief weight, then nothing apart from the tug of the waves. I brought in half of my squid which looked a bit sorry for itself, removed it and lobbed it back in as a freebie.

Stuck on another squid and sent that out. The next bite, I hit well and soon, a nice little 2lbbass was on the beach. All thoughts of the telly disappeared as I let the critter back to sea.

It was now about 11pm and the wind was beginning to ease a bit and the sea flattening out as the tide rose. Undeterred, I chucked another small squid out and before long, another take, another bass; this one though managed to throw the hook as it lay on the beach and the next wave took it back out – ah well, at least I had technically landed it!

My last smaller squid (the rest were somewhat bigger than I prefer) was mounted onto the hooks and sent out only about 10 yards or so and then I put the rod in the rest while I had a coffee. Just as I picked the rod up, it bounced and then pulled down hard and line began to pull off the reel in ragged lunges. I struck and the fish began to swim parallel with the beach. Moments later, my prize was on the beach – a nicely conditioned bass of around 4lbs. which I could see, to my consternation, had thrown the hook and was flapping seawards. Not wanting to drop my rod, I dashed over and tried to stand behind the fish but the next wave swirled around my legs up to my knees and when it had receeded, so had the fish….. arse, damn and Scheisse!!!

That was to be the last glimpse of a fish for the rest of the night and so after the ‘Golden hour’, it was with thoughts of what if and if only, I packed up and trudged back over the beach to the car. Bollox!

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By Vic, 1 September, 2009 09:17

Early codling were the target on this exploratory session at Seaford yesterday evening, on the off-chance they were in following the recent winds. Fished just East of the Beachcomber from 8pm through until 1am. HW at 10pm.

While I waited for darkness, I feathered for some mackerel which were there in their thousands chasing fry right up onto the beach. It’s always a fantastic display when you see mackerel feeding in a frenzy like this and in a world of self preservation, it amazes me that they will risk beaching themselves. By the sound of it, the people who were swimming just along from me got a shock too when they suddenly had hoards of mackerel and whitebait swirling around their legs.

Once dusk set in, I sent out a whole squid on a running ledger close in for any bass that may be around and on the other rod an up ‘n’ over rig with lugworm on a 1/0 hook at varying distances for the codling.

I was plagued with whiting all night (some a decent size) which were taking everything I chucked in – including the whole squid. It got to the stage where it really didn’t matter how far or how close I was casting, it seemed like there was a carpet of whiting. Mind you, I prefer it like that than there being nothing there and you come away empty handed.

At about 1020pm, the rod with the lugworm had a couple of taps then pulled down hard and I lifted into fish which definitely felt bigger than the whiting and with the tell tale nodding indicative of codling. A short while later and my first codling of 2009 hit the beach. In the hope of hitting a shoal, I quickly re-baited and cast out again to roughly the same spot – about 80 yards out. Sadly though, no more codling for the rest of night. After that it was more and more whiting – which were still biting as I left.

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By Vic, 30 May, 2009 18:40

After yesterday afternoons dismal failure at trying to get some fresh mackerel at Seaford beach, I decided to return during the evening and have a go at trying to get something for the table. Only trouble was, the forecast gave Force 4 gusting Easterly winds and low water was at 10pm which would mean fishing into the early hours to make high water . Not ideal conditions but I did have some peeler crab that needed using up along with some lugworm that was getting a bit high. I had toyed with the idea of maybe going somewhere different but in the end, convenience won, which means my heart wasn’t really in it. Sometimes I’m so eager to get out and get stuck in, sometimes I’m a bit indifferent – last night was the latter.

8pm saw me set up on the beach near the Beachcomber pub in not too unpleasant conditions, with just a slight breeze and not the predicted F4. Usual tactics – one rod with two a hook flapper and baited with the fragrant lugworm. The other rod had a running ledger ending in a 3/0 baited with the peeler crab. Once both rods were out, I sat and had a coffee and watched as the sun began to set. Considering the weather, there wasn’t that many people on the beach, although there was obviously some sort of ‘bash’ going on up near the Martello as the thudding music drifted down towards me.

It wasn’t long before the flapper was doing it’s business and the rod tip was rattling to the in the familiar bite of the often too numerous Pout. Soon, the routine became cast, rattle, retrieve, unhook Pout, re-cast, rattle and so on; the only break in the procession being the retrieval of one small dab. At least it was something to do. Then the other rod joined in, only this time with a small knock which resulted in a palm sized thornback ray. It wasn’t long though, before the crab succumbed to the Pout as well.

As darkness fell, the bites increased, the crab ran out and I started using whole small squid on a 4/0 pennel rig cast out only a short distance. I hoped that this would entice any bass that may be lurking just off the beach scooping up prey as the tide rose. Alas, it appeared that nobody had told the spikey one that there was free food on offer and the only action on that rod for the rest of night was the rattling as tiny Pout mouths did their best to scoff the offering.

By 4am, I’d had enough, my back was screaming, the fish weren’t feeding, my coffee had gone, the sun was coming up and bed beckoned.