Kev1n
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With the season pressing on you’ve got to take your chances when you get them, so I took this afternoon off work to go fishing. Crew were still at school and work, making this a solo trip, which later on I was relieved not to have the boys about.
The wind was ripping down the river as I headed out, carefully sticking to the 6knot limit, just like the big police rib that came alongside for a friendly chat and to wish good luck.
I had a bouncy ride out to the first wreck which was covered with whiting all tugging at the line; there may have been other fish there if I could have found a way through to them. Another wreck, another drift produced a good take from a fish that soon let go. More whiting took so I left the line down there to see if anything would take the whiting as bait, reasoning there may be a good ling around. A 6 pound codling and hefty scotchie came aboard as the sun came out as the wind dropped. What a warm day for this time of year.
Next drift, the wind picked up and white horses started falling off the top of building, steepening waves signalling time to head in after only an hour’s fishing.
Conditions got worse with the swell from one direction jacked up by a chop coming across from the south, surfing down the waves with the boat rolling all over the place forced a slow down to crawl back inshore. Eventually, tacking with and against the waves to avoid going across them. I’ve never been so relieved to see the piers at Tynemouth; sweaty hands sticky with peeler crab on the wheel. Typically, the wind dropped again over the next hour.
The wind was ripping down the river as I headed out, carefully sticking to the 6knot limit, just like the big police rib that came alongside for a friendly chat and to wish good luck.
I had a bouncy ride out to the first wreck which was covered with whiting all tugging at the line; there may have been other fish there if I could have found a way through to them. Another wreck, another drift produced a good take from a fish that soon let go. More whiting took so I left the line down there to see if anything would take the whiting as bait, reasoning there may be a good ling around. A 6 pound codling and hefty scotchie came aboard as the sun came out as the wind dropped. What a warm day for this time of year.
Next drift, the wind picked up and white horses started falling off the top of building, steepening waves signalling time to head in after only an hour’s fishing.
Conditions got worse with the swell from one direction jacked up by a chop coming across from the south, surfing down the waves with the boat rolling all over the place forced a slow down to crawl back inshore. Eventually, tacking with and against the waves to avoid going across them. I’ve never been so relieved to see the piers at Tynemouth; sweaty hands sticky with peeler crab on the wheel. Typically, the wind dropped again over the next hour.
, that wind kept on coming and going today, but you didn't blank, that's the main thing 
