Post by overrun on May 9, 2011 21:45:59 GMT
Windy day plan, try and catch a decent Mullet. Didn't start well, late away due to dithering. Met a couple of nice chaps at Moody's slip, Mullet club members. Bit of banter, “I'm a novice Mullet fisherman” to which the reply was “We're professionals” ;D. Kit and method was in order, however, on revealing I'd come from Christchurch...”Mullet Mecca”, my sanity in question . Quickly explained how expensive it is there, although with fuel what it is now... anyway, being a skinflint met with their approval .
Left them fishing from the slip and headed south into lines of moored water-craft.
Tried to “think like a fish” and ended-up at a Marina in sleepy corner where all the floating debris accumulated. Stayed an hour before drifting back with the wind, no sign of fish despite so many nooks and crannies that appeared perfect.
Crossed to the opposite bank and spooked something in the sunny shallows. Parked the Scupper's stern in the mud, ground baited and fished another hour, one small bite, missed. On towards the Jolly Sailor pub, tied-off to a random pole at the bottom of someone's back garden . With the ebb just kicking-in missed a good bite, trotted the float down a second time and bang, fish on at last.
Not very big, why is it you don't get small Mullet? A nice little fight on light gear from one of the Hamble's notorious Bread Bass, all of 8 ozs .
That was me done, avoided the blank, returned to the slip. Slightly self conscious as clearly the most over dressed Kayak person of the day (PFD, Drysuit, VHF, flares etc.).
James 0 Mullet 1
Left them fishing from the slip and headed south into lines of moored water-craft.
Tried to “think like a fish” and ended-up at a Marina in sleepy corner where all the floating debris accumulated. Stayed an hour before drifting back with the wind, no sign of fish despite so many nooks and crannies that appeared perfect.
Crossed to the opposite bank and spooked something in the sunny shallows. Parked the Scupper's stern in the mud, ground baited and fished another hour, one small bite, missed. On towards the Jolly Sailor pub, tied-off to a random pole at the bottom of someone's back garden . With the ebb just kicking-in missed a good bite, trotted the float down a second time and bang, fish on at last.
Not very big, why is it you don't get small Mullet? A nice little fight on light gear from one of the Hamble's notorious Bread Bass, all of 8 ozs .
That was me done, avoided the blank, returned to the slip. Slightly self conscious as clearly the most over dressed Kayak person of the day (PFD, Drysuit, VHF, flares etc.).
James 0 Mullet 1