Love Lure Fishing the Lleyn Aug 26, 2018 12:41:15 GMT -1
Post by deerphil on Aug 26, 2018 12:41:15 GMT -1
After fighting our way through the rush hour madness, we were finally approaching
my favourite bay on the Lleyn peninsula - it was 7:30 pm, over an hour later than planned.
I say "we" because Mrs. deerphil had decided, at the last minute, to come with me !!
OK, she could come , as long as she understood that this was a yak fishing trip, and
she would be on her own, because I would be out fishing !
I wasted no time getting set up, amidst constant weather updates "you're not going out
in this surely" - "It's getting foggy" etc. etc. There was a mist descending, but I
reassured her that "everything was under control", and "I know what I'm doing" and "don't worry"
I'm sure I could still hear "What am I going to do now for 2 hours" as I paddled out
with a smile on my face, along this beautiful rocky headland, trolling a small shallow
diving "minnow" plug.
My smile very soon grew bigger when a beautiful little Bass hit the lure, hooping over my
light 5 gram lure rod and reminding me why - I love lure fishing the Lleyn !
Do I look happy ?
The evening was calm and the fog continued to roll in around the headland. Everything
was quite magical and I felt confident that as the light started to fade , the fish
would be active.
A few casts on my favourite Bass mark, and a succession of good sized fighting fit Mackerel
were crashing into my lure, like only Mackerel can. Fantastic !
Then, a real heavy thump and a better Bass was hooked. The water was so clear, I could
see this silver beauty deep below my yak, darting this way and that way, making the
reel scream as it pulled line against the clutch. This might not be the biggest bass in
the world, but what a spirited battle it produced.
I will always remember catching this particular fish. The 4 hour drive was already worth it,
the days fishing tomorrow was just a bonus now.
In the dim embers of daylight, the mackerel action really came on, as did the fog. Suddenly
my mobile rang and spoiled the magic ! "What the hell are you doing , you're off your **!!*!
head you are" - it was Mrs. deerphil. I reassured her that - "I knew what I was doing" etc. etc.
and made a hasty retreat to the beach - Oh dear !
Next morning I was up at six, said goodbye to my wife and wheeled the yak down to the deserted
beach. She was going to visit craft shops, galleries and cafe's ..... I was going fishing !!!
The gulls that usually rest on the water here were all on the shore. Up popped the reason why.
I wonder if seals would actually ever do more than just disturb sea birds ?
The fog was still in evidence but fast disappearing - very atmospheric and beautiful.
It was a real pleasure to be afloat. Confidence was high for a few fish too.
I headed for my ebbing tide bass hotspot with high hopes. I was not to be disappointed !
Of course, all bass go back home.
As the sun strengthened and the tide slowed , I paddled with the remnants of the ebb
along this spectacular coast to a small beach about 3 miles away.
Using the flood to help me back, I just relaxed and enjoyed the scenery.
Once back to my favourite mark the fishing continued. It wasn't easy, but
I managed another couple of bass and a couple of Mackies on hard lures.
When giving the soft plastics a go near the bottom, a small 5g FBM was grabbed
and destroyed by something powerful. Suspecting Wrasse, I changed to a jelly
worm and a couple of Ballan's were soon smiling for the camera.
As arranged ( and without a mobile call ) I met my wife back at the launch point
It was a bit different to the solitude I'd enjoyed earlier !
We compared notes about our very different days - they fell on unsympathetic ears
Fishing trips and wife don't mix too well for us !
All I could see was this ....
....... and I wondered when I would be fortunate enough to be back again ... for I
"Love lure fishing the Lleyn"
Take care all and enjoy your kayak fishing.