I had been waiting weeks and weeks for a calm settled day. Richard and Steve were down in Cornwall and were keen for a session. Elliot was desperate to get his first session of the year in too. We would be fishing the Spring tide on the day of the July blue moon and i fancied a day drift fishing so a plan was hatched. Early on Friday morning we met at a secluded launch venue in West Cornwall. Little did i know that i was in for a treat!
It was getting towards the surface so i peered into the turquoise blue waiting to see the golden flanks of a Pollack or the colourful body of a Big Ballan. Gently, gently...here it comes..... Its Pink!
A magical moment of realisation occurred. A magical moment of realisation i had experienced 3 years before at this very spot from a charter boat. It had always been in the back of my mind that one may be possible from this mark. I had even mentioned it to Richard that this ground does produce the odd one. Its a fish i have only dreamed of catching from a kayak.....
A Couch's Bream!
Hang on, its still in the water and not in my kayak. Instant fear of losing it replaced overwhelming excitement and awe...... i can't lose this fish now that i have seen it. A few more powerful dives had the bum well clenched as i teased it back beside the kayak. The hook well in the mouth, how much damage have those teeth done to my trace? No landing net so it would be pulled aboard. I didn't want to waste time trying to gill it so took a depth breath, slipped my foot under its body and levered it into the footwell on the first attempt....
YEEESSSSSSS!!!! Elliot came over to do the honours with the camera with a somewhat sour look on his face. Richard came to see what all the fuss was about. "What you had?"..... "A very special fish!"....."Go on.....". Words to the effect of 'you jammy bugger' were said. "Around the 3lb mark?"....."No bigger!, hang on i'll weigh it". Damn...my scales weren't working. Luckily Richard had a set..... 4lb 11oz and what a stunning fish it was.....
The bottom rose from 40m up to a 15m plateau littered with reefs. This is not a place to be on an ebbing tide or in anything less that perfect calm conditions. The tidal race is fierce on an ebb as the water speeds up over the shallow ground. With prevailing Westerly winds and swell against the ebb the sea whips up into a treacherous stretch of water that has claimed many ships in the past. Luckily we were on a big spring flood in zero wind or swell. Get caught out in the wrong conditions and your off Lands End within minutes with little chance of getting back to land under your own steam.
He had been catching well on his homemade lures with numerous Pollack, a few mackerel and a Ballan Wrasse. He had also found Plaice and Gurnards on the drift.
We headed back into to the cove and relaxed. Steve got the jetboil on for fresh coffee whilst i had a quick play in the Marlin and the Tarpon 140. The cove looked stunning in the afternoon sun.