1 hour ago · Life · 0 comments

After my last successful visit to the beach things just wouldn’t fall into place, when I had the time off the conditions were all wrong. Strong onshore winds do nothing for the fishing, make the chances of a Ray almost nil and make life bloody uncomfortable while you’re struggling on the beach. All of the above is accepted fishing logic which I have reinforced through learning the hard way but this spring I didn’t bother. I considered fishing an estuary but I’m struggling to get my hands on ragworm at the moment and it’s pointless trying for Bass without. So for the first time this spring I did a bit of coarse fishing and visited a venue I’d not yet fished, this is because I didn’t think it was my cup of tea and I was right. The water itself, a small pit, is actually quite nice; steep sided therefore sheltered and nicely tree lined. The trouble is it’s located close to some industrial units and the noise was constant, I think I’d have relaxed more braving the easterly wind on the…

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