3 June 2008
Super flat and warm at Cambeak. Me,Pokey,Derrick and Andrew. I didn’t catch anything for an hour but went to investigate a bust up amongst a flock of seagulls and swung my wildlife rescue skills into action. An immature Herring gull had got in a fix with a fishing lure:
I released the hook from its mouth and foot and after a while regaining its composure it flew off, and will probably stick to terrorising chip eating tourists from now on. Distant whoops of delight from Pokey accompanied his first pollack.
Derrick and I were half asleep when our rods were thumped by a pollacking feeding frenzy way below on our mackerel feathers. I pulled up three fish that must have totalled nearly 10 lbs and Derrick hauled up a 5 lb beauty.
I also dragged up a small ballan wrasse whose eyeballs didn’t cope with the change in pressure awfully well.
Andrew sneakily hauled up a sizeable fish without making a fuss, so we all went home happy (and smelling like Grimsby market).