We stood around chatting at the club while Dave renewed his anchor rope. Mike and Gilly decided to bail out and we were still in two minds. We had another look and by now the tide had started to drop. The surf didn't look too bad so we bit the bullet and went for it.
We managed to launch without a hitch and once we were on our way, although quite lumpy, it was certainly fishable out there.
We managed to get out to the mark we intended to fish (where Dave and Mike had fished last week) and the expectations of finding a cod were good. Baits down and I turned to Jake who was already looking a little off his game. Sure enough his 'tummy felt funny' and he felt like he might be sick....great start!
The fishing was very slow....unusually slow and this wasn't helping Jake at all.....I kept him busy, chatting, games of eye spy, jokes and I'll give him his due....he sat it out for the whole 2 -3 hours we were out there!
We did manage to find a handful of fish while we were there. The first I thought was the cod I had been waiting for but I should have known by now.......
Dave and I both had a small conger each and that was pretty much it...no pout, no dogs and no bloody COD! The saving grace came on my last cast though with literally 5 minutes to go....something half respectable to show for our efforts at least...perked Jake up a bit too!
As soon as we were ashore Jake felt right as rain and immediately started to tuck into his lunch. I am beginning to think I have been cursed on the cod this year......beaten today but a long way from defeat!
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