Wrasse Saves The Day
Selsey, West Sussex, UK
I wouldn't normally blog about something like this, but can you imagine as a best man, organizing a Stag Party for your brother with 5 guests who are mostly carp fisherman with the promise of catching a shark? Well, the rest of the stag do went brilliantly to say the least, involving go-karting, camping, surfing, lap dancers and steak dinners. But the fishing was a completely different story, We arrived at Selsey, Smooth hounds were our target, we had 30 live peelers crabs and pulley rigs with 2/0 Mustard Big Guns hooks, everything seemed to be right, except for the weed, tons of it covering the beach, floating from the beach to about 10m out, every cast instantly picked up weed until the current dragged the rig to far. We were all a bit gutted, but in good spirit, we moved, packing up 5 tents and 7 rods and tried again on a less weedy beach a mile or so away. we managed to keep a few rods out for about an hour before the weed came and total stopped the fishing once again, it stayed permanently unfishable for the rest of the trip.
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| Ballan Wrasse Saves The Day |
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As I said in my last post, fishing doesn't always go to plan, and even occasionally it goes better, but this trip was different as so many people were involved, I would of moved again or gone home if the circumstances were different, but united as a Stag party, we all agreed that as it was nearly dark, it would be better just to camp the night. We were all too tired after a very long 5 hour drive and hard partying. But I have to say, I really do believe that if you have a line in the water you have a chance. And I did get one bite, and as line was being peeled from the spool on the baitrunner, I struck, convinced that this was a Smooth hound, I felt the fish fight, the sheer relief and excitment of believing that we will at least get to see a fish. Then fishing reared its magical head, with its twists and turns of the unknown, What I landed to my suprise, in my opinion was better than any Smooth Hound, A 2lb 13oz Ballan Wrasse, massively beating my Wrasse PB, they do love to eat crab, but with their small mouths catching one on a big Tronix size 2/0 bigdog hook and whole peeler crab bait with the weed situation made this a very lucky fish, and a very welcome guest to the beach. And allthough the fishing didn't go to plan, the 7 of us made the most of the night, camping on the beach as good friends, reminissing about old times, with burgers and beers watching the sunset, what more could you ask for?
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