Trying to plan and execute a fishing trip regardless of
length when you have very small child can be like trying to arrange a small
military operation, FACT! So on the weekend when I noticed that the tides were
right, the weather was right and the time of year was right, and after a quick
phone call to the Tackle Box (where I was informed the fish have been coming so
close you could catch them in a bucket) I mentioned over a cup of tea “I may go
and try and catch some mackerel tonight…”. This went down rather well; as we
both like mackerel. I grabbed my spinning bag, checked I had some feathers,
visited the shed for my rods and packed the car. I pottered around the house
for a while and made sure all my bits were done and ZIP! Before you know it I
was popping along the B3165 towards Lyme Regis and thinking about the evening
ahead.
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| Dinner is served! |
Parking in Lyme costs an absolute fortune, I really like the
place, but the cost of parking for more than a few hours is honestly off
putting. I would only be fishing for 3 hours (until it got dark).
I arrived at the Beach in (the Cobb car park), cried a bit
when I paid for parking and heading down to beach next to the Cobb. I have seen
big mullet come in to these weed beds on quiet days, but today the tide was
still too far out. Lyme bay is surprisingly shallow along this area. I walked
up on to the Cobb and could see the bottom quite clearly. Big rafts of weed and
rock ledges. There were huge shoals of fish surfacing but these were hundreds
of yards out. Well beyond casting range. I saw an angler walking up off the
rocks at the end of the Cobb and down the walkway. “Any mackerel?” I asked.
“Yeh!” he said, “I had mine around 250 – 200 yards”. I only had a spinning rod
with me, and despite my best efforts I would never be able to achieve a cast
further than 60/65 yards. To be completely honest I was very sceptical the a
cast of that distance could be achieved with his gear either, but that is
neither here nor there.
I walked to the end of the Cobb and knew I wasn’t going to
get any fish from here. I looked down the beach and saw a group of people
standing along the wall and beach near the harbour with fishing rods. This is
where I was heading! I arrived to the small bay and saw fishing rising
everything. I could of easily been confused with a coarse fishing lake. The
fish were jumping, splashing and diving all over the place. I could also see a
number of people returning fish to the water. I spoke to him “Why are you
keeping Scad?”…. “Conger bait mate…” and he carried on hauling them in.
Hopping up on to the rocks I slung out my string of feathers
and slowly wound in. WHAM! First take WHAM! Second take. I wound in and had a
double Scad hook up. This was followed by several more Scad and the smallest
joey Mackerel I’ve seen for a long, long time. Although this was fun, there
were so many anglers concentrating on catching fish in this days before long
crossed lines happened, and I started looking for a quieter place to cast.
Clambering up to the top of the rock pile and turning around
(to face the sea rather than the beach) I saw some fish moving right below my
feet about 4 or 5 feet off the shoreline. I cast out my feathers and instantly I
had what felt like several bites, Mackerel fight a lot differently to Scad,
they dive all over the place and fight quite a bit harder. I bought in 5
Mackerel, 2 went straight in the bag! 3 went back. Next cast, they were all
smaller fish so they all went back. I fished like this for the following 1½
hours when it got so dark that I couldn’t trust by footing on the boulders, and
I continued to fish of the concrete harbour wall, not paying any attention to
the tide…
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| There were thousands of Scad take white bait |
It was the evening of the Lyme
Regis Light Parade and I watched what looked like hundreds of people walking
through Lyme with their lanterns, I took a few pictures and knocked it on the
head. I had caught well over 40 mackerel with the majority going back in. I
kept 6 good sized fish and headed back to the car.
The tide had come in and I had been cut off!
Fan-flipping-tastic.
I had no idea how far the water had come in, how deep it
was, or what I would be walking on. Several irrational fears filled my head and
I almost started to panic. “I’m going to have to wade”. I stepped out into the
dark abyss! Wet foot and Sand! It was about 5 inches deep, but it was so dark I
couldn’t see the bottom. What an absolute plonker! I laughed out loud and
walked the 20 feet of water to the visible part of the beach and squelched off
to the car.
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| This is what the fish had been chasing! |
See my previous visit write up about this venue here.
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