There are certain rock marks that create an air of expectation places that have a proven track record of producing those specimen fish we dream of. I joined Kevin and Dave at just such a mark. Arriving just as the light faded from the day we tackled up eagerly after negotiating the steep grassy path. A cool breeze was brushing the cliff edges and dark banks of cloud drifted up channel bring occasional squally showers.
We each launch big baits out into the deep water as the tide is starting to flood in. Baits in the water we settle back to await signs to be transmitted to our rod tips.
A succession of dogfish start to be wound inshore. At least the fish are feeding and it should only be a matter of time before something better comes along. Dave is first into a larger fish and I am soon scrambling down the rocky ledges to wield the cold steel of the gaff. An 18lb 2oz conger is soon safely on the rocks.
A little later Kevin hooks a fish and his first glimpse results in a call for the nets man to descend to the waters edge. I scramble back up the rocks with a spurdog of 7lb 12oz safely within the folds of the net. This is a pleasing result showing that these predators are roaming far and wide as Kevin had landed a fine specimen of 13lb 7oz the previous night.
As high water arrives there is a lull in sport and we talk of our expectations and of past glories. Then as the tide starts to ebb Kevin’s rod again nods as something chews on the bait. Again I am scrambling down the rock face net in hand to scoop a fine looking huss from the dark waters.
It’s been a good night with several quality fish landed, its great to be in the right place at the right time. Winter rock fishing is I always feel the true essence of sea angling with an air of expectation and mystery.
As always the trudge up the cliff path is the worst part of the night though they do say that exercise is good for you. This walk certainly gets the heart pounding well giving me some valuable cardiovascular exercise.
A few nights later I visit another rock mark and its my turn to catch a huss amongst the dogfish. A pleasing result with striking markings; not a big fish at around 6lb but its encouraging.