Holidays are not always for fishing but when the opportunity is there it is often fun to have a few casts into pastures new. As is often the case the amount of gear I had stashed into the car boot was totally out of proportion to the amount of fishing I was likely to do. But then with mullet, bass, wrasse, bream etc on offer!
The area we were holidaying in was on the Roseland Peninsula a promontory surrounded by crystal clear waters that ooze lure fishing potential. In addition there are estuary creeks that team with school bass and mullet.
I had fished around for a bit of background advice from Facebook friends and was soon clued up on a few worthwhile marks to try.
On a family holiday marks adjacent to sandy beaches with sunshine are essential ingredients and considering the recent weather pattern we were lucky to get a fare amount of sunshine.
The first mark at which I had a few casts was a shallow rocky area adjacent to a beach. I cast out an un-weighted waveworm and was encouraged to have a fish swirl at the lure first cast. Next cast bang a Pollack smashes into the lure and is soon brought to the shoreline. Only a small fish but a delight to the eye with its olive, pewter and bronze flanks.
A few casts later and I ponder on a large smooth rock that has appeared where I had just cast my lure! To my amazement the rock suddenly submerges and I realize that a huge seal is just twenty yards away. This immediately brings home how if such a huge creature that be unseen how large fish could also be unobserved in such shallow clear waters.
As the tide floods Pauline and I walk along the coast path and descend to a rocky promontory that gives access to deeper water. Perfect ground I think but after an hour of enthusiastic casts I admit defeat and we wander off towards less fishy pursuits.
St Mawes is a delightful village beloved of yachty types with a small breakwater. I think this may be worth a few casts for mullet. Within seconds of the float settling in the water down it sinks and the Barbel Travel rod takes on a pleasing curve as what I assume is a Pollock dives for cover before coming off.
I have set up a light LRF outfit and pass this to Pauline who hooks a small Pollock first cast that gives a pleasing account on the light rod and ultra thin braid. Next cast and Pauline is in again; another small Pollock. An onlooker takes an interest so I pass him the rod expecting another instant response from the Pollock that can be seen swimming beside the structure. Nothing; I take the rod and try to work the tiny ragworm lure; I too fail to get a response. Even Pauline fails to replicate her early success and after a pleasant hour before dark we pack away.
We have observed some good-sized mullet basking in the estuary between weed beds and I feel confident that an evening session to coincide with high water will bring a result. A likely creek is selected and baited with mashed bread. As the tide floods in I trot bread flake beneath a chubber float. At the top of the tide all is still perfect for taking a photo but where are those mullet?
I have one other session during the week flicking soft plastics into rocky gulleys full of small Pollock. A have a wrasse follow the lure once but its Wayne nil again and the week almost done. Time moves far too fast and success is but a cast away.