Terry and I took a trip to Trearddur Bay on Thursday in the hope of racking up a few species for the hunt.
We fished the last of the ebb and up the flood into darkness, and we were into fish from the start, with Ballans and a Pollack for Terry down the side.
The shrimp rigs cast onto the sand accounted for Poor Cod, and a Codling for me,
Along with Whiting and Dogs, while the old man managed to find a Dragonet.
As it got dark, the Whiting took over, and it became a struggle to get through them. I opted to fish a big bait cast out in the hope of a Huss and another down the side in case there was a Conger knocking about.
Things went to plan and it wasn’t long before a knock and then slack line on my distance rod indicated something had taken a fancy to my Mackeral bait.
It felt heavy on the retrieve, and with a few head shakes, I was pretty sure of what it was.
7lb 1oz. Happy Days!
Next cast, I tried half a Whiting as bait, and had a better bite than the previous one. I left it to get the bait down for a while rather than reel straight in. Several minutes later, it was still knocking well so I wound into it but there was no extra weight. Bummer! I left the rig where it was but the fish didn’t return so wound in to find the bait had slipped down on the pennel to cover the hook point.
The Whiting and Dogs continued, along with a couple of Dabs for Terry, before I had a decent run on my Conger rod. The ratchet sounded a couple of times, as the fish took line so I lifted the rod but as the fish took more line, I could feel it scraping against a rock under the water. I quickly clicked the reel into gear and struck but the line snapped against the obstruction and the fish was gone!
I tackled up again, and Terry also put a rod in the same area but we had no more action, and soon got fed up of Dogs on the distance rods so decided to call it a day and head for home.
Terry had added another 2 species and i had added 4, and we have plans to get out again over the next couple of weeks to add a few more.
Happy Days!