As most on here will now realise, the main reason I have a SIB is to get me to the fishing that's practically on my doorstep.
Thursdays and Fridays forecasts where looking good, so with this in mind I'd arranged to meet up with Dave on Thursday morning, another new member to the Sibbing community on the North East coast. The plan was to run down the coast a few miles and fish close in for Bass and Pollock. Then come back up and go a bit further out for the Cod. Unfortunately Dave had an unrepairable puncture on one of his launch wheels, so he reluctantly called off.
Loaded up and ready to go.
So me and Ballast set off into the sunshine and a southerly breeze (that hadn't been forecast). After a mile or so I decided to alter plans, it was just to breezy to cast light lures, so we headed out to a few marks we hadn't fished before.
Fishing was slow, I landed a few small codling which went back in, Then Ballast hit into a better fish, which led him a merry dance.
A nice codling of about 8lb.
Another drop straight down, bang over goes his rod tip, this fish didn't want to give up. It repeatedly dived for the bottom, with Eric just holdling on. Finally it tired and a fine Pollock came to the boat.
Then he had a nice Wrasse
The man was on fire ................... unfortunately he then ran out of fuel, only picking up a few more codling.
The wind had died down and we spent a pleasant morning drifting over a few new marks, picking up a steady stream of cod. It was only spoilt by three old Codgers in a boat, who dropped into our drift and the cut us up on the way back up to the top. But by then the wind was getting up again, so we called it a day and headed for home.
Eric and his Pollock, I don't know who looked more surprised.