Friday 10 June
Went in after a long day at work. Stayed in the shallows 'cos they were registering about 16C to 17C and that felt really nice - felt pretty chilled and was happy to float over the weed beds a few yards offshore.
Which is why I missed a nice bass that came from the blue. Just nosing around and I thought I had shot it pretty well but no, it shook and I realised that the line must have gone across it's back. Off it shot and all I saw for the rest of the hour was mullet.
Still - very nice to go in and I was hoping to get some practice in before Fabio got here - I've been off island for most of the week with one thing or another.
Very good to bump into Matt Holt on the plane - good to chat to you Matt - let me know if you are over again - I'd like to see how your spinner thing works.
Saturday 11 June
Fabio called me late last night. "Hey Ed, fancy an early start" - sure I said and was surprised this morning that the sun is indeed up at about 4:30 (am...), but we had a traffic free run down the west coast and were in the water at 5:30(am).
Pretty clear but not alot of light in the water - just finning over 3m or so out across a reef and looking around for anything. Found a nice gill net and another later on - carefully avoided it and I reckon that's the worst way for a fish to go (nudged a wrasse away from a slow death - not as heroic as rescuing turtles but it's a start).
Hit the point and decided to head further offshore to another reef. Quite a swim with a cross current on the way back but we figured that half an hour would be nice to check it out.
The bottom drops off and level out at about 6m at low water. Drops onto sand and the odd aspetto of a minute or so. Lots of pollack around but not much else.
Suddenly I get that shoaling feeling !
Lots of 'mini-me' bass all pointing my way as I lie on the sand and kelp. All a bit small so they stayed in the sea.
I was engrossed with this scene for a few dives (3mins topside and a minut eto t amin and a half down) so Fabio was quite a way away and waiting for me with speargun upright (a useful signal for 'where the feck are you ?' Normally answered with a waving upright from me so we both know where we are and the other person knows that you are on track).
Anyway as I was getting closer I saw Fabio surface with a large sole.
Looked nice and fat but was tricky to kill (flatfish in general are I have found - any tips ?).
We were about half way to the reef and getting closer with sandy kelp breaking up and giving way to barnacle encrusted rocks, bassweed and green covered boulders.
Started seeing alot of mullet and the occasional wrasse.
Fabio struck lucky again with a 6 or 7 pound bass - all that time in London and me with loads of time to practice and even then I don't do as well I was thinking !
ON the reef I nosed around in the shallows tight in to the rocks and the sun was cutting shafts through the water and dappling the rocks with enough light to give the true visibility. A short pause to wonder at this and a large purple silver shape appears on my right. A large bass is ignoring me. I don't move a muscle but wonder how I can swing slowly and anticipate where it will go while my heart tries to beat a hasty exit through the 5mm Elios.
It is really shallow and I know that bass are quite flighty in the shallows here so I bide my time and float in the water trying to decide whether to go for an aspetto approach in 3m of water or to take a surface shot...the bass dissapears behind some weed in front of me - about 3m away and 3m down. I glare at the weed and try to work out where it is going to appear.
Damn - it's gone.
Only to reappear under me. Directly under me and doing it's best to blend with the kelp. Now this has happened to me before and I missed with a vertical shot and it bugged me for about 5 weeks ! So the dilemma is raised again.
I slowly exhaled and dropped like stealth was my middle name - which for humans in an aquatic world is not really the case - anyway it stayed put and I could make out the tail and a patch of head about as large as a cork. Sometimes you just have to go for it so I guessed the top of the head and had a shot... alot of kicking and I had the bass in my hand. Looked a decent size too.
Fabio pronounced it a 'fine fish' so I knew it had reached the higher echelons of European consent. A minute after that I saw about five more bass of slightly smaller size flick through a gap in the rocks and pass me by. I had singled out the penultimate one but changed my mind and when I tracked the last one it went too ! Oh well one bass a day is good for me....
One long swim home and back by the car we realised that we had spent three and a half hours in the sea !
My bass weighed in at 8 pounds
Fabio has some pics which I'm sure he will post at some point.
A good morning session and maybe an evening one too.
Ed