We haven’t really been out fishing that much recently. I’ve been to my local spots after work and as the tide permits for a couple of hours here and there but as for putting the hours in, this month has been a bit challenging.
I’ve sold my trusty MG Rover after 7 years of labour and love as it was time to part company. Sold the car for less than half what I bought her for and I’ve put a lot of time and money in during our tempestuous relationship. Although the household does have another vehicle, a lot of time has been invested into looking for a suitable replacement. Something that will tow, go off-road and has an updated level of creature comforts. Cow hide is a must, and I’m not saying I’m picky, but there are an array of other requirements that need to be catered for too.
Angling time gets eaten into by everyday tasks. It is the way of things.
Seeing as though the weather had a decent sized benign hole in it today, where we were neither going to get baked to death (yeah, right), blown away in a gale or washed out completely so Rachael and I headed for a reasonably local Fife mark for a bit of light tackle wrasse antics, Texas style.
Although folk have been banging on about this way of fishing for a few years now, it’s something I’ve only just really got interested in. The Texas Rig is really bare bones simple and it catches fish. Seeing as though I don’t actually own any ‘bullet’ style weights, I improvised and used a round ball lead with a small bead either side freely running on an ~18 inch fluorocarbon leader. I use the leader when rock fishing as it is abrasion resistant. Although a bullet weight is more suitable for being pulled through kelp, I’ve really not had many issues with a round one so far. The downside is that if you get stuck between two rocks, with light line, it’s pretty much game over for that rig.
Rachael was into fish almost immediately, with some small wrasse grabbing the rubber rag worm lure and bolting off into the depths. They must have been unable to gulp the whole jelly down as they kept coming off. I tried jigging my identical bait over her mark, without success. I was accused of poaching and so retreated while I had the chance.
Over to my own patch of water and as the high tide was approaching, I felt that familiar hard jerk jerk jerk as a wrasse seized my jelly worm and shot off with it. Great stuff, they are such a cheeky, pretty fish, I love them. It was great just to see the sight of my small Berkley rod bent over like a horse shoe and after a brief fight, I’d banked a lovely deep coloured fish.
Changing tactics, I saw if I could get another species on the go so changed my terminal tackle to a newly acquired 14g Hansen Pilgrim lure in silver with a blue streak. These lures are fast approaching my favourite in place of the classic Abu Toby. They are lovely to use. A few casts close in yielded nothing so I whooshed the lure out as far as I could cast, taking advantage of the breeze. Tug tug was the response as I retrieved it slowly. A small pollack was my return so I was pleased. I failed to snap a picture as it unhooked itself as I lifted it out of the water, fell into a small rock pool and then flipped back into the sea.
Nothing more in the way of action for Rachael until she decided to set about looking in the rock pools where she found a sizeable scorpion fish. She presented the artificial bait in the pool and like a streak of red finned lightning, the small fish was on it. Not hooked, but with a gob full of plastic worm, the fish headed for cover and let go of the bait. She was stoked about it so everyone was happy, except the hungry fish. If we see another one I’ll try and get this behaviour on film.
A nice couple of hours out on the rocks of East Fife, a bit of rain endured but it was actually quite pleasant. Until the next time and as always, tight lines and get out there.