First big fishing day of the year! Perfect weather….blue skies, light wind, warm enough to paddle in a vest. It was destined to be a great day.
The venue had to be Boscastle and Tintagel. It’s not very often you can venture out onto this bit of the North Cornwall coast and lounge about on your kayak as if you were in the Mediterranean.
My plan was to hitch a ride on the big Spring tides and stock up on a load of mackerel as bait as I drifted with the ebb tide down past Tintagel, then get all geared up for a bit of shark fishing as I drifted all the way back again on the flood tide.
I always think it’s a good move to clock up a few miles when out for a day’s fishing, as if you don’t catch anything at least you’ve seen a bit of coast and done a bit of paddling. Although today was mainly drifting.
My plan failed straightaway. After two hours of trolling a set of feathers for five miles I had only caught two small pollack. Maybe I was a bit fishing rusty. I continued on south to take a swing round Gull rock off Trebarwith Strand.
Maybe conditions were TOO benign. More or less calm and gin clear water. But at last a fish which shook the rod tip in a maniacal manner.It was a mackerel. No hang on, it’s not, it’s something weird.
My first Bonito in the UK. (it IS actually a type of mackerel, incidentally)
I turned back up the coast close to the big cliffs and at last started to haul in a selection of mackerel that would surely make the average shark salivate.
I stopped for lunch (two peanut butter sandwiches followed by a big cup of tea from the Jetboil) on a tiny beach exposed by the low tide in the armpit of Tintagel island. A great crocodile of tourists wound their way up the path to the top of the island, no doubt muttering about Arthur and Merlin. Don’t suppose any knights of the round table went fishing for sharks in a kayak.
I was so excited I couldn’t wait for the tide to turn. I paddled directly offshore from Tintagel island for about a mile. A sunfish was wallowing at the surface doing what sunfish do best i.e. loafing about and looking half dead. This was quite a big one….about a metre across.
This was it. I ledgered a mackerel on the end of a wire trace down to the bottom on one rod, and then attached a float to another and let it drift away just beneath the surface. This is the technique to catch a Blue Shark. Don’t think anyone’s ever caught one of these from a kayak before in UK. They’re not supposed to come close to land but I don’t see why not. It’s got to be worth a try.
Normally I wouldn’t dream of sitting about on the sea in such a hostile place. It is hardly ever without swell or wind chop. But today was flat AND I was perched on my superstable Tarpon 160 supertanker. Totally and utterly safe. And surprisingly fast. But horrifically heavy.
So I waited. Not for long. My eyes popped out on stalks when I was absent-mindedly watching the float and it dipped below the water. And the rod bent right over. Good grief. It’s got to be a Blue. The next five minutes were a blurr as my brain blew several fuses. A very big tuggy beast was on the end of the line. Then suddenly it wasn’t. The blooming hook had pulled out of the crimp.I hope the spirit of Sir Lancelot didn’t hear my expletive.Blooming heck (that wasn’t it, by the way).
I rigged up another trace and waited another 10 mins. This time the rod with the line at the bottom exploded into action and I battled with another hefty beast, which also got off before I eyeballed it. More expletives, more blown fuses.Perhaps I should upgrade to five amp or even a short section of coat-hanger(like we used to use at school to fix a dodgy plug).
A third bite at last produced a fish from the depths and I peered over the edge to see a pretty good sized Tope on the way up. I didn’t put up that much of a fight for a 40lb fish, until I got it onboard and it had a new lease of life.
Hook out. Photo taken. Fish put back safely.
And then another Tope, this one slightly bigger than the last, I would guess 50lbs.
And that was it. All the action in about 90 mins just after low tide.
I sat and watched the coast roll past for the next four hours until I was just about back level with Boscastle. Not another bite.The bait mackerel were completely un-nibbled. Inexplicable. But all part of the fun and unpredictability of fishing I suppose.
Blue Shark next time maybe.