Saturday 15 May 2021

Hook out

I have had  a few quickies on Golden Pond over the last week but with diminishing returns as you will see but we've also been out and about a bit, Sunday was a cracking day early on so beach it was and we headed to the Runtons as a chip lunch and ice cream would be on offer for the Little Un's once the tide turned. it's a cracking spot and never really gets rammo as most stick close to the fleshpots of Cromer on the horizon.



The sea was freezing but the rocky pools a bit warmer and a Little Un came up with this cracking little  rockling, a bit small to check which beard number variety it was but I'm thinking maybe a five bearder.


After a cracking tea of pork leg sliders, with divine crackling in floury baps with smokey chipotle and apple sauce fried onions it was onto Golden Pond for the last hour of light and still just about warm enough for the shorts from the beach.


The usual twin Puddle Chucker approach from the off, and action almost straight off with the floats wavering then sinking slowly under. And striking into thin air 5 times before a hook took hold then pulled out. The exposed Guru QM1 #12 covered in snotty green silkweed. Something I've not had bother with on here, but last year's drought did see the exposed silt taken on a covering of algae. It was only just as I could barely see the float any more  having packed away the right hand rod that I  finally made proper contact and landed this lovely fresh bream. I hadn't had firm authorisation from the Commander in Chief to make this post prandial foray and the Lidl 3.99 Shiraz was poured and waiting with a frosty air about it.


By Tuesday the Mini Ice age had receded enough for me to venture out onto Golden Pond, chores done and penance paid and yet more silkweed driven frustration has me thinking about having to either go pop-up, with it's attendant risks of foul hooking and the tether weight itself becoming something else for the alien snot to adhere too or finding  a softer bait to bury the hook in and hope that it would  still  allow a hook up. Again, one stuck and it was this much plumper tench, which really did pull back It must have been gorging on my Spicy Sausage pellet feed as it was passing that lovely red goo the pellets  go as they break down.

 

Smelling the roses along the way is a great release and I was able to ponder life's complexities (sod the luxury of the leather seats) on my travels with some lovely early sun on Thursday with a much welcome stop off al fresco.


Didn't help that one contributor to the mag was quite keen on just the short method feeder type hook link, QM1, bayonet stop and mini Source combo  I've become so comfortable with and led to me repeating the striking thin air scenario later in the day and this time the only hit fish was only on for a rod bending few seconds.

I've got a little time to ponder on my silkweed beating presentation as the mudpigs of Golden Pond have got quite jiggy with it so we're leaving them to it for a bit. Perhaps they'll go on a post spawning munchies fest when only the snottiest silkweed will do, or the ravening bream  and tench hoover it all up as they gorge on the mud pig spawn. 

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