Showing posts with label Gurnard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gurnard. Show all posts

Oxwich Bay – Gower Peninsula

I’ve just returned from fishing a competition in Wales, Oxwich Bay on the Gower Peninsula to be exact. This event was organised and run by South Wales Kayak Anglers and as much as this was the fourth time that this event has been held, it was the first time that I’d attended. Why hadn’t I fished the event before?, it was really down to it being a species competition, where size is unimportant and it’s purely about the amount of species bagged. I guess I prefer to target larger fish, though I decided that this year I’d give it a go.

Ideally I’d have travelled up on Friday morning and fished Friday afternoon in preparation for the competition on Saturday. However, things are rarely ideal!, hence I ended up leaving home at around 7pm with a 200 mile journey ahead of me. On the plus side, the roads were fairly quiet (plus I didn’t hang about!) and I arrived at the campsite three hours later. I decided against taking a tent, I knew I’d be getting up by 7am so the plan had always been to sleep in the car. I can lie flat in the back with the seats laid flat, a 3/4 length self-inflating mattress and a light summer sleeping bag made it quite comfortable.

A couple of ciders just before I got to bed resulted in a good nights sleep. Fifteen minutes after waking up I was driving down to the launch/registration area with my Hobie Team mates eagerly anticipating a day on the water. Registration was straightforward, I was issued with a token that was to be visible in all photographs, the competition being catch and release.

I’d never fished the Northern side of the Bristol Channel before, what’s more the area featured clear water, not the usual muddy waters that I tend to associate with the Channel.  I’d decided to fish one rod with a three hook paternoster rig (size 3 hooks) and the other with a running leger with a 6/0 hook. Ok, I fully appreciate that the larger single hook rig would limit my chance of racking up some species, however, I wanted the chance of catch a decent ray, hound or perhaps a tope.

Once checked in we were given a safety brief and launched on completion. There was a light onshore breeze, temperatures pushing 30 Celsius. Factor 50 sun cream was plastered onto all exposed areas and I was ready to go!. Below are the Hobie kayaks belonging to the UK Team, consisting of a Revolution 13, and Outback and a Revolution 11 (left to right).

Competitors weren’t permitted to launch with hooks attached for safety reasons, probably more of a concern when we were due to return later in the day onto a beach packed with holidaymakers.

I peddled out alongside David Morris. He noted how much the nose of the Outback digs into a chop whereas the Revolution tended to ride over them. This is no doubt down to the different hull shape. I did tend to put out quite a side splash when I crested over the larger swells and when I saw a good sized one heading in my direction I came straight alongside David. Yup, I sent a wonderfully large side splash straight over him… it seems that the Revolution 13 can be a rather wet ride at times!

I was soon anchored up and clipped my traces onto the mainline. The three hook rig was baited with squid and ragworm, the single hook ledger with a strip of mackerel/sandeel cocktail.

The first thirty minutes was rather quiet, with only one bite being registered. I eventually started to hook into a few bites and before long there was a steady stream of fish coming to the kayak.

First up was a small Dab, it actually did quite well to swallow the size 3 hook. There were clearly many Dabs in the area as one after the other was caught. The top two hooks were on short 6” snoods tied to equally short twisted metal booms. The lower trace was set rather longer at around 12” and close to the weight to get the bait on the seabed. It was this lower hook,baited with ragworm, that was accounting for the Dabs. They were all small fish averaging about 20cm in length.

After about half a dozen Dabs I hooked into something that felt distinctly different, it seemed that I was finally going to catch another species!. A Gurnard appeared next to the kayak and once aboard the blue-tinged pectoral fins identified it as a Tub Gurnard. These are a rather odd looking fish and are noted for croaking like a frog when out of the water, though this one remained rather quiet.

The Gurnards continued to appear, though he remainder were all small Grey Gurnards. These Gurnards are a rather spikey in places and require a little care when handling them.

There was a few quiet moments, time to enjoy the glorious scenery around the bay. Despite the Bay being located on the Bristol Channel, it’s sheltered from the tidal flow and only light weights are required to hold bottom. Venturing out of the bay around the headlands will expose the kayak angler to tidal rips and is best avoided.

I picked up a couple of mackerel on the squid strips, that was another species off the list and a useful supply of fresh bait. This was readily accepted by a Dogfish a few minutes later.

I hooked into something small, yet very feisty, a Bream perhaps?. The unmistakable shape of a small flatfish appeared, surely not another Dab!. However, its red spots quickly identified it as a Plaice, another species for the day.

I found myself running a little short on bait, the ragworms had been proving a hit and were all but finished. I’d bought along a packet of sandeels and decided to use sections of fillet on my small hook rig. It’s a little fiddly to fillet effectively, though it proved to be a top bait!

By around 2pm I was catching the same species, nothing new was making an appearance. I’d bagged a dozen dab/plaice, several dogfish, a handful of gurnard and a couple of mackerel. I decided to pull anchor and anchor close to the reef in the hope of some new species. I dropped down a fresh mackerel bait, wishing for a conger eel, as well as the three hook rig in the hope of some pouting and bream.

I didn’t have to wait too long before there were some very aggressive rattles on the three hook rig. I was soon hooked into what could only be a bream. These fish are cracking fighters and I was wishing that I’d been using a light spinning rod!. There was clearly a shoal in the area with fresh baits being hit within seconds of reaching the bottom. Most fish were around the one pound mark, though I did manage a much better fish which I chose to keep for the table.

I weighed it once home, eight hours later, and it was a shade over two pounds, quite respectable!. I could have quite happily sat there all day catching Black Bream, though I moved away in the hope of catching another species. As it turned out, the bream was the last new species that I was to catch that day, bring my total species to the day to seven.

The winner of the competition had captured an impressive eleven species and took home a new Shakespeare kayak. I’m at the top of the last column (V8 is an old forum username of mine)

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On completion of the prize giving I was straight back on the road heading home. The first hour was slow going, driving through the built up areas, though once back on the motorway it was a fast drive back home.

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It’d been an enjoyable day afloat, a new venue with lots of small species. The turnout had been excellent with literally dozens of kayak fishermen making the journey. Given the choice I’d always fish a ‘biggest fish’ competition over a ‘species competition, however, it was a good experience for sure!. Many thanks to South Wales Kayak Anglers for organising such a good event. I slept like a baby last night. Seven hours driving and 6 hours fishing in a day takes it out of you!

Galloway & the Rhins

After last years fairly successful trip to south west Scotland it was decided to organise another trip for 2010. Plans were made fairly early on in the year with the same caravan park being used and the same venues to be tackled once more, with a few extra possibilities also being given some serious consideration. The good thing about this area is that there’s normally some shelter to be had regardless of wind direction.

The journey from Hampshire to the caravan park is a 450 mile trip which takes approximately eight hours.

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I travelled up with Andy and we decided to take a scenic detour along the way in order to travel through the Galloway Forest Park.

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The area is quite stunning and well worth the extra hour or so it takes to travel through the centre of the park. On a good day you can see red deer and wild goats, however, we weren’t that lucky on the day.

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We arrived mid-afternoon and took a drive over to the Mull of Galloway just for a look around and to stretch our legs after the long journey. The wind was fresh and the bay was whipped up into white horses. We walked around the Mull to check out a few potential fishing marks and launch sites.

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Due to the weather we enjoyed a quiet evening in the pub. The next morning saw a firm south westerly wind so we fished the shelter East Tarbet in order to gather some mackerel for bait. Last year the mackerel were plentiful and I enjoyed a full string of fish most drops, however, this year couldn’t have been more different and the fishing was extremely hard work.

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However a few mackerel were eventually caught and as the wind had eased off we headed over the Ardwell Bay to try for some pollack.

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Last year I drifted along the cliffs at the north end of the bay with great success. It had appeared that there had been a sharp ledge just offshore rising from 13-5m. I seemed unable to find it this trip though I eventually realised that was was drifting towards the cliffs at a ‘snails pace’ so the fishfinder showed a much slower rise in the seabed compared to what it shown on the display when drifting over the same mark at a much greater speed. As the fishfinder sounds at a fixed rate, a different drift speed can produce a very different display, a good lesson learned.

Again, the fishing seemed very very slow compared to the previous year, conditions didn’t seem that different, just the way it goes I guess. We did eventually find some fish with a good number of pollack coming to the kayaks. Some Launce (Greater Sandeel) and Gurnard were thrown in for good measure.

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The fish weren’t huge with the average running between 1-2lb. There was the odd better fish at around 5lb, though these were caught by ledgering a large strip of mackerel tight to the bottom.

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What there was this year was huge amounts of jellyfish covering the beaches when exposed at low water. I’ve seen this before in previous years, at times they can be there in plague proportions.

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What we did struggle with, continuously, was the poor weather. Strong winds day and night plagued us during the trip, to make matters worse they were actually forecast to increase in strength as the remainder of the week progressed. The highs winds (often 20-30mph) were proving very restricting in where we could fish. The geography of the area would normally provide some shelter, though the high winds were proving too much for even this venue.

We fished East Tarbet once more fishing close in with baited feathers in an attempt to catch some more species. A selection of Launce, Gurnard, Whiting and Sandeel were caught bringing the species count for for three days to eight.

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At one spot I fished I encountered large amounts of tiny Whiting within a second of hitting bottom. This was amusing to begin with though the novelty factor was wearing thin after a few minutes!

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The bad weather was preventing us from hitting the Tope marks, as well as some deep water pollack marks which we’d planned to fish. The weeks trip was cut short after only three days due to the deteriorating weather. Calling an early end to the trip was a difficult decision, though with the poor weather there was proving to be little enjoyment at times and it was only going to get worse had we stayed.

I’d like to fish there again next year, though I’ll keep any future trip on a short notice basis, taking the tent if required.

Kayak fishing - Lynmouth, Devon

The weather on the south coast was looking grim so plans we made to travel to North Devon, Lynmouth to be exact.

I received a call from my mate telling me to travel light. I'd already packed at this point so my gear was thinned down to the limits, toothbrush and a handline. Arrived at his house and he was standing by on his drive. I though he'd just received a logistics delivery via Chinook!!!. Fear not, the 'yakmobile' swallowed it up with room to spare.

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The third member of the exped team had a good hours head start on us, unlike us he was in a lightly loaded streamlined machine so we were always going to come last. However, we'd not taken his natural navigational skills into account. We eventually rounded him up and base camp took shape.

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A few drinks later, accompanied with a 'dodgy' BBQ, we hit the sack.

Lynmouth is a truly cracking spot, well worth the drive.

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Rigged and ready to launch...

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We paddled about and scooped up a few fresh mackerel for bait before heading of to try and few marks.

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A couple of dogfish surfaced, plenty of bites all round. The tide was quite strong, despite a depth of only 10-12m 8oz leads were needed to hold bottom.

A few timid bites had me fetching a cracking bass to the yak.

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I got one of the lads on the phone and told him to stop messing about and to get over to my location. They were soon thrashing their way in my direction and had their lines down in no time. I couldn't believe it, one of them was straight in!!!

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Something a little different...

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Sadly we lost one of the team at this point. His wife phoned up calling him home.. no comment from me!

I'd had a tope rig down all day and as the tide slackened off I only had a run!, which I missed. Half an hour later I had a screamer of a run, talk about a bit of excitement!. I tightened into it after a few seconds, bait dropped. Disappointing for sure, but it's all good stuff.

Fishing day one came to a close. Cracking weather with a good few fish. Brilliant!

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As we were camping, stoves and food bought along, we did the proper camping thing... straight into the pub, bar meal and drank a wee bit too much !

I woke up the next morning to see a living corpse in the tent next door. He didn't say much, only "It's not good", if I wasn't feeling so rough myself it would have been amusing!. After an hour in the shower and a grease-laden cooked breakfast at the on-site cafe, we decided we could manage a spot of fishing after all.

We were on our way again and launched before mid-morning. I truly felt bad, mind and body with not working today, life was a cluster...

Still, it came together in the end. Despite the missed runs of the day before I still had high hopes of tope. Played my ace and dropped a rubby dubby bag down on the anchor. Originally I'd planned to slide the weighted back down the anchor warp hence the weight in the above photo.

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That didn't work, so I raised anchor and tied the bag to the chain, sorted.However, no runs during this session.

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The weather on day two was mixed, bright sunshine backed up with regular thunderheads with accompanying squalls and torrential rain, it was actually quite a laugh. Big rolling swells out there, an interesting set of mixed conditions.

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We called it a day early afternoon as we still had to dismantle the tents and stuff. Another cracking squall on the paddle back.

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We arrived back a few hundred yards from the harbour entrance to some cracking waves around 4-5'. A toilet call would have been beneficial at this point!

My mate went first whilst I made a few pre-dunking checks. What luck!, he made it though a lull in the action, barely a ripple. My turn, all clear so I went for it. It wasn't ideal as the waves were sweeping across the entrance onto the rocks. Halfway in with a couple of light waves all was looking good. I turned my head and my heart sank, a big cresting wave 10-20m behind and I was angled off to it. Paddle down hard and leaning back saw me surge off, cockpit taking a hammering. I stayed perfectly upright though, and it was actually very stable. I paddled like a man possessed before the next set made an appearance.

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The worst thing about the whole trip... coming home, it was a quiet trip back, we could have happily stayed another couple of days.

Again, brilliant trip and cracking company.