Happy Halloween..!! Seems to mean something different to everyone. To me, it meant fallen leaves from plum trees, and the carving out of a suede, as pumpkins were far less available and far more expensive 45 years ago. I can still smell it the next day, and picture it becoming more and more dehydrated lasting beyond firework night. Firework night was a great night. My dad walked us around the streets, so we could enjoy everyone else's expenditure. My eldest sister bought fireworks to our garden one time, but sadly I ended up with lifetime scars from picking up an extinguished but still rather warm sparkler. Butter was the treatment at the time... Things have rather changed, although I still fight the urge to street walk every year the celebration arrives.
Why so much waffle.? Well, the fishing was hard of course. First sailing, with me were regulars Jude and Mitch, and first time to BIF1 Dan and his lad Charlie. Dan had not fished for a lot of years, and Charlie had never fished before. Result jumping on my boat. All skippers would get Charlie catching fish. But not so many would start by showing him how to cast fifty meters. And he absorbed instruction as the sponge I fully expected him to be.
Dan also found it all come flooding back to him. The only problem were, bass were in short supply. Squid a pain. Codling, well, I nicked another today, a little bigger than recent ones but I still returned it. We did manage to get to double figures of bass, but from that just two of size for the table, one each to Dan and Charlie.
2nd sailing things really did not get any better. Out with me Greg, skipper of Kraken, specifically looking for a decent bass. Matt, becoming more and more regular and today entering into the Halloween spirit with a properly scary face mask. And James and his son William, who were also prepared for squid. Which was good...
Just 4 bass succumbed. Two of which made despatch size. One for Matt and one for William. As for squid... We managed plenty. I didnt even count but for 30 minutes I was dropping a jig down ten feet in 40 feet of water, in bright sunshine, and catching one every drop. Amazing. And fine fair. We even got pushed in 30 minutes early by a stiff SE that was running ahead of a cloud bank and eventually created quite a roll. Yet still everyone really enjoyed, as reported by my spies in local dinning establishments, who happened to overhear the trip being discussed.
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