Stewart 1971
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Fancying a bit of a change I decided to head over the Tyne today. The venue was to be a new one for me - Druridge Bay - and the hope was to catch my first ever Turbot.
Low tide was about 1pm and after a bit of fun at the Tyne Tunnel (no change for the barrier - Doh :red: ) I got to the beach just before 11am. Parked up in the NT area and walked through to the beach by the concrete block house, set up was two rods, both with two hook flapper rigs, rag tipped with a sliver of Mackerel, one fished very clse the other at medium distance.
At least it was a beautiful day:
just someone forgot to tell the fish. The tide went out, then turned round and came back in again. Worms were drowned, I caught a Velvet Swimmer Crab, but other than that nada, nowt.
I was beginning to think it wasn't my day, a feeling reinforced as I looked round to see the tide filling in behind me. Then miracle of miracles - a gentle tug on the medium range rod, and again, and up on the beach came the littlest Flounder I've ever caught
But at least it saved the blank
But now it was time to move, grabbed my gear and headed around the pool behind me just in time as the incoming tide joined it giving me wet feet but no wading thankfully.
After five hours on the beach I decided to head off without my hoped for Turbot. No doubt someone will come on and tell me I should have stayed to fish the flooding holes - maybe next time if so as I'll be back...
Low tide was about 1pm and after a bit of fun at the Tyne Tunnel (no change for the barrier - Doh :red: ) I got to the beach just before 11am. Parked up in the NT area and walked through to the beach by the concrete block house, set up was two rods, both with two hook flapper rigs, rag tipped with a sliver of Mackerel, one fished very clse the other at medium distance.
At least it was a beautiful day:


just someone forgot to tell the fish. The tide went out, then turned round and came back in again. Worms were drowned, I caught a Velvet Swimmer Crab, but other than that nada, nowt.
I was beginning to think it wasn't my day, a feeling reinforced as I looked round to see the tide filling in behind me. Then miracle of miracles - a gentle tug on the medium range rod, and again, and up on the beach came the littlest Flounder I've ever caught

But at least it saved the blank

After five hours on the beach I decided to head off without my hoped for Turbot. No doubt someone will come on and tell me I should have stayed to fish the flooding holes - maybe next time if so as I'll be back...