The Mrs and myself had an absolutely wonderful week in Cornwall this week staying in a little cottage, two minutes walk from the beach at Perranuthnoe. We did a fair bit of exploring taking in the usual touristy sites (St Michaels Mount is a pretty emotive place when the sea is running hard like it was at the start of the week. We delayed crossing the causeway to ensure it was a little touch and go whether we would need to swim or not!). On another day we did the coast to coast cycle ride where we came across a marsh with acres and acres of marsh samphire. Needless to say I collected a bag of the stuff to go with our meals as I absolutely adore the stuff.
Fishing wise, I managed to get in most days for an hour or so with the main fishing day being the Thursday. Nothing too noteworthy other than plenty of red mullet, cuttlefish and mullet about at the start of the week but struggled to find any real bass.
However, on Thursday I had one of my most memorable dives for a number of reasons. I fished this spot a number of years ago with my brother but I headed out to sea whereas he stuck to the shallower, in shore water. Sadly for me, I ended up with a solitary stinky mullet whereas he landed a couple of nice bass from a patch of stringweed.
Deciding to give this place a shot, we went on the low and from the shore I could see the string weed bed that clearly was much bigger than expected as it extended for 4-500 yards a long the coast. As I am sure many of you can testify to, I was chomping at the bit to get in but being the dutiful partner, I had to take things slowly to ensure the good lady was comfortable in her suit as well as escorting her across the very rocky, weed covered shore to the sea. 10 minutes later after ensuring everything was ready, she lay of my back as I slithered the last few metres into deeper water (Something to do with crabs biting her if she put her feet or hands down????).
We were greeted immediately with mullet zooming between dense string weed tunnels in 2 metres of water. It was just one of those places that screamed fish and was an absolute pleasure to fish in - I just wish I had a GoPro to get some footage and share it. I may have painted the picture of a very needy partner but she is not as bad as it sounds, she has been increasing her confidence for a couple of years and is really starting to enjoy being under water. Seeing the fish swimming in close proximity I knew this was her opportunity to tag her first and as soon as I loaded the gun and handed it to her, she nailed a fish before I had the chance to even give her a pep talk. Lots of whooping later, the fish was strung, the weed bed was emptied of fish and I was a VERY proud man indeed!
We fished on and were met by a continuous stream of bass/mullet but I was waiting for a leviathan of a bass that I reckon this place must hold, however sadly for me it did not materialise. Despite this, as we were sneaking through the string weed I noticed a number of half decent fish circling in an open area encircled by string weed and as I crept closer to have a look, they spotted me. Everyone has had those inquisitive schoolies come say hello, or decent bass spurt around the fringes of vision at a distance but these bass were different and I reckon it had something to do with a line of weed that formed a barrier between me and them as they felt protected. 4-5 bass all in the 4/5lb range slowly approach me and sat 1 metre away from my face looking through the weed straight at me. I was amazed as these fish just hovered allowing me to just chill with them in the weed for a minute or so being completely motionless. Surprisingly, I was able to make eye contact and hold it with them without the bass even flinching! Watching their eye's adjust to allow them to take you all in is pretty cool!
Waited until the very end to take a fish for tea.
I never thought anywhere would come as close to Pembrokeshire for sheer beauty but Cornwall definitely comes close. We were sad to leave and cannot wait to get back!