|It was one slimy, muddy, hot and sunny day out there - no chance of bass!|
But even in these horrendous conditions, as the wind picked up and the tide started moving at pace over some shallow ledges, I thought I'd risk a lure and troll back up against the tide. At the rocky headland where I fish, the water is literally 3 or 4 ft deep on the southern side for several hundred yards. At certain points in the tide, the water kicks up into standing waves as the backflow pushes up against the oncoming tide. It's not pretty kayaking, and it has to be pretty calm before you want to try it, but in the right conditions I always suspected fish would be there.
The problem is getting snagged. The shallowness of the water means that bladder wrack reaches up almost to the surface and wraps its fingers around anything with hooks. As I paddled and trolled, I kept looking behind me to see if I was snagging up. Suddenly the rod arched over. Nine times out of ten it's a snag, so no reason to panic. But then I saw the rod kick, and I reached back and yanked the rod out its holder. Sure enough, a nice thick set bass was ploughing through the seaweed and being pretty reluctant to show itself. After a few minutes, with the tide rushing me further out to sea and deeper water every minute, I got my first glimpse. I was quite chuffed to catch at all given the conditions. Even better that it was a reasonable fish:
But until, tight lines for those who brave the conditions!