Meantime I let the drift take me round the back of Port Mulgrove. Don't tend to fish this side of the bay much, but there's no reason not too. Had some good catches there in the past and sure enough, I started getting a few nips at the shads. Something I noticed last year is that smaller fish love trying to bite soft plastics, and will often follow them along the sea bed nipping at their tails, somethimes biting the tails clean off!
Sure enough, as I held the rod up to lift the jellies off the sea bed, I started to get a few tentative nibbles. Then a pull, and I struck back into a small codling. One for the pot, so at least the first trip wasn't a blank! Few minutes later, another series of nibbles. This time I gently kept increasing the pressure until suddenly a felt a good pull back and up came another little cod.
At this point my fishing buddy radio'd over to ask where I was, as he couldn't even see me... now, there was a little bit of haze around, so that didn't surprise me. So I radio'd back and started paddling back against the drift to go and meet him half way.
And that's when it happened. He gradually came into sight, and I noticed the haze was getting thicker. But on reaching him, I literally turned back round realised the land had completely disappeared! The fog just seemed to roll in from nowhere in seconds, and it was a total pea souper. You could barely make out the sun and everything quickly became very disorientating.
|Whoa, where'd everything go? No sky, no land, no pot flags!|
|Looking up the beach, looking out to sea. Runswick Bay vanishes!|
Roll on the calm weather, the mackerel and the big cod that come following in behind!