Yes but the
force is clearly strong with you, whereas the
farce is strong with me!
Mate, that was the kiss of death... Got up early doors this morning and was in the water before the sun was up. All was very still, though there was quite a bit of sediment in the water, but I can't grumble - at least 3-4m viz! On my first dive I was sinking to the bottom, enjoying the view, when the mud under my head exploded and a colossal flattie flapped off like a flag in a hurricane.
A few dives and a lot of cursing later, I was lurking on the bottom when three bream cruised past, swimming slowly in front of me, less than a metre from the tip of my spear. I'd seen a bream here a couple of times before, but they had gapped it when they heard me twitch an eyebrow. Skitty buggers. So when the beasts casually hove into view my first reaction was disbelieve, followed by an effort not to soil myself with excitement. I brought the gun into line, took careful aim, and missed.
Fast forward a couple of hours, and I'm getting cold and almost ready to get out. I dive down on a decent-ish pollack, when there in a dark hollow is a monster mullet, first I've seen this session. We're just looking at each other suspiciously, again, not more than a metre from my speartip. So this time I take really seriously proper aim...and miss. Fortunately I managed a couple of pollack, otherwise lunch would have been very spartan.
Conditions were so good, and the forecast so bad, that I managed to wriggle out of work early, and was in the water again by 4. High tide now, with a strong westerly current flowing and the wind starting to kick up a chop. The viz was about the same, but everything was about 4m deeper, so it was pretty murky at the bottom.
Not much going on, until I'm lurking in the sludge and, yep, you've guessed it, three bream rock up. This time they stayed well on my back-hand and I couldn't track round onto them. Up for more air, and by the next dive they'd disappeared. Saw some not very big mullet and bass - great to watch, but I left them alone. Again, a couple of ok pollack obliged me for dinner. And then on one of my last dives I thought I'd check underneath the fat pipe I was about to grab hold of, and there was a chubby flattie trying not to be recognised. Very excited to get him safely on the stringer - the first flattie I've landed (one previously in Bognor disappeared off the stringer). I'll post a photo once I've taken it.
Blimey, this has turned into a bit of an essay. You get the picture (if you've made it this far...)
Wyvernp - how did you get on in Dorset?