Post by johnlegg on Jul 18, 2006 0:31:48 GMT 1
Just spent a great weekend camping at Tywyn.
Arrived Friday night just a little behind Marc at Ynysymaengwyn Caravan and Camping Park. Very nice facilities, I’d highly recommend it.
While I was putting up the family mansion, aka big tent, Marc headed off for a little recon of the area coming back as the sun set with his bait for the following morning having had a fun couple of hours hitting the whiting and mackerel about half a mile off shore.
Saturday morning Martin, Marc and I set of to fish the up tide 8 till 12.30.
We headed from Tywyn to the reef (3 miles) and anchored in a channel that looked promising. But it was over an hour before Martin and I caught our bait. (Thanks Marc for offering to share your mack). With the bait caught I set my tope rig and just 10 minutes later one hit. I had him on for a very exciting 10 minutes (much more fun off a yak than a boat) before he won the fight by pulling the wire trace apart. I was gutted. As Marc said in his post he hit 2 and lost them.
I consoled myself after that with Black Bream and listening to Martins screams as he lost his rod over the side for a dog.
We headed back to tell our tales of woe, and Marc needed to head for home. The wives taking pity on Martin and I gave us a second chance Sunday so we headed for the tackle shop and Martin replaced his rod.
So on the Sunday morning with fresh trace wire and a feeling of confidence we headed back to the same spot. The blood was pounding as I dropped my anchor in anticipation of 3 hours tope fishing only to realise I was drifting away from the mark. Pulled up my anchor to check and only the shaft was there. The bleep bleep thing had snapped. The only place I could get the anchor remains to hold fast were the kelpy shallows where I spent the rest of the time trying for tope with no luck ( I just couldn’t hold over the deeper trench). Lots of bream, macks, bull huss, dogs, etc..
On the way back in I found myself surrounded by a shoal of feeding bass, and me without a rod set up for them. Martin, who was trawling for bass, was too far inshore and missed the whole thing.
Disappointed about the tope, but the fishing was good, weather and company great.
Will be going back again.
This is what the tope i lost did to my trace
P15 full of water after a bad sea on saturday
If we had put to sea here we would have saved
are self's 4 miles
What remains of my ankor
Arrived Friday night just a little behind Marc at Ynysymaengwyn Caravan and Camping Park. Very nice facilities, I’d highly recommend it.
While I was putting up the family mansion, aka big tent, Marc headed off for a little recon of the area coming back as the sun set with his bait for the following morning having had a fun couple of hours hitting the whiting and mackerel about half a mile off shore.
Saturday morning Martin, Marc and I set of to fish the up tide 8 till 12.30.
We headed from Tywyn to the reef (3 miles) and anchored in a channel that looked promising. But it was over an hour before Martin and I caught our bait. (Thanks Marc for offering to share your mack). With the bait caught I set my tope rig and just 10 minutes later one hit. I had him on for a very exciting 10 minutes (much more fun off a yak than a boat) before he won the fight by pulling the wire trace apart. I was gutted. As Marc said in his post he hit 2 and lost them.
I consoled myself after that with Black Bream and listening to Martins screams as he lost his rod over the side for a dog.
We headed back to tell our tales of woe, and Marc needed to head for home. The wives taking pity on Martin and I gave us a second chance Sunday so we headed for the tackle shop and Martin replaced his rod.
So on the Sunday morning with fresh trace wire and a feeling of confidence we headed back to the same spot. The blood was pounding as I dropped my anchor in anticipation of 3 hours tope fishing only to realise I was drifting away from the mark. Pulled up my anchor to check and only the shaft was there. The bleep bleep thing had snapped. The only place I could get the anchor remains to hold fast were the kelpy shallows where I spent the rest of the time trying for tope with no luck ( I just couldn’t hold over the deeper trench). Lots of bream, macks, bull huss, dogs, etc..
On the way back in I found myself surrounded by a shoal of feeding bass, and me without a rod set up for them. Martin, who was trawling for bass, was too far inshore and missed the whole thing.
Disappointed about the tope, but the fishing was good, weather and company great.
Will be going back again.
This is what the tope i lost did to my trace
P15 full of water after a bad sea on saturday
If we had put to sea here we would have saved
are self's 4 miles
What remains of my ankor