Absolute Stoner and Lucky Escape
I decided to fly solo last night. That's not common for me but it looked so nice out earlier in the eve. Sod's law though, when I got in - an hour after high - there was quite a swell slapping the sea wall and the water was very milky. Sod's law again, this morning, it is calm and very clear. Hey ho.
15 mins in, whilst fighting the sloppy chop over the near reef, a head appeared. 3ft of water over clean rocks. Coming STRAIGHT at me. The closing speed in the low viz meant a split second decision. POW! The spear only traveled half it's length - not even clearing the muzzle. It entered the fish on the top of it's head, between the eyes, heading almost straight down.
NO flapping about. None. Just a stiff fish on the spear. Not even that flutter or buzz you get when you're close to the brain. Just a dead fish. Nice and easy to deal with. I hauled up on some rocks out of the largest swell. It's nice when you've got a buddy to hold the torch! I should pull out my little UK head mounted lamp. Bass ≈ 4lb
About 20 mins later, in maybe 3m vis, a larger specimen cruised underneath me and hung around casually circling in the torchlight. The only way down there without losing sight of it was straight down. A couple of quick breaths and almost a full dump sent me only my way but the fish was right below me. Spreading myself out to try to slow me decent proved futile. All I could do was drop a knee to break my impact. The bass slid forward - still closer than the end of the gun - but din't even flinch as I landed. Very slowly he moved away from me, edging past the muzzle and spear tip. As a shot became viable I waited until he turned to the side to look back at me. At only maybe 2ft from the end of the spear I loosed the weapon. Somehow, SOMEHOW, he managed a body swerve and dodged a good shot around the gills. As I surfaced the rotter doubled back and made a real good survey of the scene before sloping off into the gloom. I was rather disappointed!
One of the benefits of diving on my local beach - 100m from the sea, is that it's not a big commute home and no changing in a freezing car park - especially at this end of the year. I even treated myself to doffing the gear in a hot shower. Very welcome! I'd only been out for maybe 1.5hrs but I'd started to feel the cold.
2 hours after catching my prize, with both fillets off the bone, the meat was still twitching with an energy that I've only ever seen in conger meat.
I hadn't gutted it (easier to fillet) and noticed a lot of fresh blood down the backbone. So I guess the flesh was still being supplied. Interesting but a little spooky to have so much activity around your fingers!
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