lee on solent report.

geejayy · #1 04-11-2008, 12:09 PM

with thurday being fishing day this week i stuck my head in the local tackle shop ( wests of trowbridge) to have a natter and get some bait.
after a chat about last weeks dogfest at burton and mentioning that i could get no rag last week , the shop keeper handed me some ragworm that he had spare and couldn't use,

top man

.
this made me decide on lee on solent instead of hordle, which were the options i'd planned on .
armed with some rag i set off early ( via mums house, they were out. and the pub

they were open

)
Arriveing somewhen after 2pm at high water.

conditions looked good and the first plan was to cast my wishbones out onto a sand patch in search of whatever, hopeing for a stray plaice.
the afternoon passed uneventfully in the chill light s/w breeze i fished at all distances but couldn't buy a bite.
By about 6.30 pm the tide had dropped away and i realised that i'd been fishing smack on top of the shingle bar and not to the right of it as i'd planned.
so i left to grab some scran, returning to scoff it and watch the last of the ebb.
dusk was approaching and so with loads of bait still i took a rod out on to the shingle bar to fish low water for an hour or so, i had a few knocks but couldn't get a hook up . it was bloody exposed & cold out there and so i returned to set up my beach buddy for the night at the high water mark b4 the tide pushed me off the bar.
the early flood was again uneventfull and i had to wait till the water was up to the end of the groynes before the bites started again, they were few and far between and i still couldn't hook em.

and so it continued- by 1 am i'd lost my pennel pulley, couldn't b arsed to tie up another, and had resorted to scratching with a 2 hook flapper and a 2 hook clippeddown rig, determined not to blank i changed some blunt hooks on the flapper and down sizes to 2's hopeing to nail at least 1 pout b4 morning.

1/2 hour later and i was knackered, a small rattle was developing on the flapper rod but i just couldn't be bothered and left the new sharp hooks to do the biz with the bait robbing pout,

though i instantly became alert when the rod slammed around, up and out of the buddy like a jackrabbit , a gentle strike and i'm in

, to a real dead weight mindful of the hook size i backed off the clutch a little.
the beast made a few aimless slow runs which definately wern't a bass and didn't feel like a smut.

a short battle of wills left me lifting a pb thornback from the waves

weighed at 9 1/2 lb.........woo hoo

and she was returned.

on that high point though i was awake again it was bound to go down hill with just a handfull of pouting before i quit at 5am.