Reminiscence of a fool... Part 4

What a Day

August 4, 2010

Here I am sat in the car looking at the waves crashing into the shoreline and listening to the wind battering the trees pushing them into an un-natural angle. The wipers are on intermittent as the drizzle tries really hard to turn into rain - I was in a dilemma. The forecast said that the wind would change in direction and any rain would only be showers but suddenly the wipers were no longer required so saying a pray to the weather gods I set-off.  On the way the wind, though not changing direction was starting to lessen and it was all starting to look good.


I have lost count the amount of trips this year and I have yet to experience a bite let alone a bass. It really has been very barren for me, however I was soon at my mark casting out recently caught mackerel to their chosen spots. Looking around the weather to the east was starting to look a bit dark and two walkers decided to bid a hasty retreat as it all started to look very threatening. A bite, I can’t believe it, after all this time I go and miss it!


At least its a sign that I am still doing something right, so with renewed enthusiasm I start searching the likely spots. The clouds look very dark and now the wind is starting to pick up, and as I start to put on my wet weather gear the first drops of rain start to drop big and heavy. Thunder crashes as the wind picks-up and blows my tripod and rods across the beach, hailstones start to fall as big as marbles as I struggle to bring in the line now festooned with weed from the water’s edge.


There is no discernible horizon all around me as I am stood alone in the middle of one of the best storms I have been in for years.


As soon as it starts its over and I am putting out the rods again. I have the first rod out but while making ready the second I notice it bounce. It must be the wave action I think to myself, before realising the sea is as smooth as a mill-pond –  another bite missed. Two in one trip and I miss both!












For the next hour I sit and marvel at the conditions, it really was great just to be out. No further action came to my rods as I packed away just as the tide was starting to turn… may be next time.

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