I know some like a read, so I oblige..
You may see me on here posting the sea state but that does not tell all the story. I started sea fishing a few years ago when I moved to the coast – my dad is a keen fisherman but my wife hates it. Hates everything about it. I love it. I love it because it is the only thing I can do when I think of nothing – it is complete relaxation , away from 2 lovely kids, 2 jobs and the constant nagging of my ‘clients’. And you can buy kit and new kit and lots of it – so great. I do it alone – I don’t really have a fishing buddy or buddies but enjoy the chat around the marks and the internet. I sometimes feel a little left out mixing it and learning from lads from all walks of life who are much better fisherman than me and great company. Their generosity and help is invaluable – read on.Some of the lads laugh at me in the tackle shops when I walk in in me suit and tie – Here’s the CID..
Tonight was planned the same as usual. Off to get some bait at dinner time, rushing home to prep me bag and taking a flyer. Getting nagged off the wife for going out, then going to Roker and literally running onto the end. A couple of numptys were coming off waving a 3lb cod in the air for some reason and saying a 10lb had been cod. It had and I saw it – but on crab, which I couldn't winkle out of Davy at the Trading Post - all 190 accounted for. B****** but my own fault - I should have rang.
Some lads from the Rhyhope comp were fishing but only caught one whitie. It blew a gale most of the night but for around 10minutes it went mad. The lads helped me rescue my gear and rods from blowing over the edge - never known anything like it. They also showed me their up and over rigs and one kid was literally crackerjack (in a nice way) singing motown classics in the gale – fantastic.
The lads packed up, about 5 or 6 of them, and one said, you never know they might come on soon. I was alone on Roker in a gale with no bait left save a bag of mussel. So I put 5 on for a last cast backing up the 2 runnies, 6 rag and 6 luggies. Call from wife, nag, nag then eh - a canny bite, reels in, and thing on end starts nodding big style. Anyway, got it to the side and saw its heed – massive and started handballing, which was painful but fine. A huge cod lands in front of me and the pennel rig pops out nee probs – my god that was close. Have taken it over me dads and it bottoms out his 10lb kitchen scale. I reckon about 11.5-12lb, maybe one of the biggest cod off Roker this year? And I caught it. Bugger me. And to everyone who doesn’t like sea fishing –up their pipes! I'm king cod ha ha!
You may see me on here posting the sea state but that does not tell all the story. I started sea fishing a few years ago when I moved to the coast – my dad is a keen fisherman but my wife hates it. Hates everything about it. I love it. I love it because it is the only thing I can do when I think of nothing – it is complete relaxation , away from 2 lovely kids, 2 jobs and the constant nagging of my ‘clients’. And you can buy kit and new kit and lots of it – so great. I do it alone – I don’t really have a fishing buddy or buddies but enjoy the chat around the marks and the internet. I sometimes feel a little left out mixing it and learning from lads from all walks of life who are much better fisherman than me and great company. Their generosity and help is invaluable – read on.Some of the lads laugh at me in the tackle shops when I walk in in me suit and tie – Here’s the CID..
Tonight was planned the same as usual. Off to get some bait at dinner time, rushing home to prep me bag and taking a flyer. Getting nagged off the wife for going out, then going to Roker and literally running onto the end. A couple of numptys were coming off waving a 3lb cod in the air for some reason and saying a 10lb had been cod. It had and I saw it – but on crab, which I couldn't winkle out of Davy at the Trading Post - all 190 accounted for. B****** but my own fault - I should have rang.
Some lads from the Rhyhope comp were fishing but only caught one whitie. It blew a gale most of the night but for around 10minutes it went mad. The lads helped me rescue my gear and rods from blowing over the edge - never known anything like it. They also showed me their up and over rigs and one kid was literally crackerjack (in a nice way) singing motown classics in the gale – fantastic.
The lads packed up, about 5 or 6 of them, and one said, you never know they might come on soon. I was alone on Roker in a gale with no bait left save a bag of mussel. So I put 5 on for a last cast backing up the 2 runnies, 6 rag and 6 luggies. Call from wife, nag, nag then eh - a canny bite, reels in, and thing on end starts nodding big style. Anyway, got it to the side and saw its heed – massive and started handballing, which was painful but fine. A huge cod lands in front of me and the pennel rig pops out nee probs – my god that was close. Have taken it over me dads and it bottoms out his 10lb kitchen scale. I reckon about 11.5-12lb, maybe one of the biggest cod off Roker this year? And I caught it. Bugger me. And to everyone who doesn’t like sea fishing –up their pipes! I'm king cod ha ha!
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keep them coming Jim.
