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While strolling across a Cornish field, glowing with a golden hue from the first rays of 'proper' sunshine we've seen all year, a strange thought occurred to me. These chilled out days fishing, without any job to think about, may one day become 'the good old days' that I'll bore Reuben the 3rd (my Grandson) with stories about! (And also my niece, Deneice, and my nephew, Denephew). No doubt I would leave out the minor details, such as how I used to pant like an obese dog in the desert while Will confidently lead the way to most of our Wrasse grounds, and how despite having a record breaking fishing rod, on occasions such as this one Will would obliterate me on the fishing front… But I would of course mention the positive things, like how I managed to get a photo of my hand holding one of Wills Wrasse, so to the people just looking at the photo's - it may come across that I actually caught a decent fish...
Cornwall at it's best! What kind of lunatic would stay in doors to twiddle their thumbs over a computerised zombie hoard in this? It would be rude not to get out and enjoy it!
We've been doing a lot of exploring for Wrasse marks lately. We never really know where exactly we're going but use Google earth to spot the sexiest looking areas of coast, get dropped off in the vague area and aim roughly for the sea. On this day, that brought us to some of the roughest, most broken ground we have ever fished. We were later informed that a fair few people have died at the spot we were fishing! The trip down involved crawling through a rocky tunnel type crevice in the cliff, and a lot of clambering about in sketchy places! If there's anyone that hasn't fished this kind of ground before and is planning on it - I warn you it's probably a good idea to go with a buddy and to wear a good pair of boots. You don't wan't to become a corpse at the bottom of the sea bed, with your personal 'Senko' being chomped on by the Wrasse now do you?
Will immediately got smashed by this brute on his first cast, but unfortunately dropped it beneath the surface. On his second cast in the same place his rod was hooped over by the same lump, which fell for a 3" brown creature bait, texas rigged with a 5g cone head. A beautiful fish, with a serious attitude! Will was dead sticking, keeping the lure still with an occasional aggressive twitch to provoke reaction bites. It was working!
This is the same rod which Norio Tanabe used to land the world record Rockfish - and while I didn't get enough action this day to be able to get a good feel for it, one thing that really struck me, was the incredible sensitivity of the blank. The first bite came while dead sticking on the bottom. I was day dreaming when a strange sensation ran up my arm and made me jump into action. It was not like something I have experienced before, the take was electric. I'm not used to high end rods, I was lucky to pick this one up in a great offer from the Art of Fishing, but now I've bitten into the forbidden fruit, I don't think I can ever go back to fishing with anything below this price range. Ooooooops.
A beautiful day to be by the sea, the first proper session of the year, with some important lessons learned by myself and also Will - yet again learning from my mistakes! From now on we will be actively trying to work out what colour and lure types are turning the fish on, on that particular day, by both fishing with very different tecnics, lures and colours and switching them regularly until we find what's working. Despite the lack of exercise my rod received, it was still one of the most enjoyable days fishing I've had in a long time!
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Reuben & Will
Two mad keen teenage lure anglers from Cornwall, with a mission to catch as many fish species on ultra light rods and lures as possible. Reuben writes this blog, does the photography/video and edits the Facebook page - while Will catches most of the fish. He learns mainly from my mistakes, I learn mainly from his success! It's a simple, yet mutually beneficial relationship!