The mackerel are certainly starting to thin out now and it was only after an hour and a half of looking that we managed to gather enough for a couple of hours fishing.
The last of the daylight yielded a few wrasse on jigged isomes that fought like stink on the light rods.....
Darkness came and so did the first couple of bass, hitting the chunks of mackerel sat there waiting for them uptide.
As quickly as they came, they went again and the unusually quiet couple of hours that followed was only interrupted by congers, a monster rockling and another good sized undulate.
The bass never did come back on the feed but the attention of the big congers that were destroying our bass gear was starting to get a bit tiresome. Enough was enough and down went some heavy line, an 8/o heavy wire hook and a whole pout. It didn't take long before they found it but they wised up to what we were doing and wouldn't really take the bait properly. It's typical really, when you have a 40lb trace and a small chunk of mackerel they'll have it every time but you actually target one and they go all shy!
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