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Easington Beach & Paull (Foreshore)
Saturday 19th February 2005.
An early start, as usual, with Breakfast at the Bacon Banjo Café (6.30am) then meeting Sean with the bait that he collected for us.
7am and we were at Everett’s Angling to pick up those bits of tackle we always needed.
The original plan was to fish at the back of the Lighthouse, at Spurn Point. But we were informed that 400yds of Spurn road had been swept away and people, who had lived on the Point, had been evacuated. This is when the mobile phone comes into to it’s own. Calling most of who we had arranged to meet, it was decided that we should all meet up at Easington beach car park.
On arrival the sea was looking fishable and with a deep gully running in front of us, which could be holding fish, we were still undecided whether to stop there. Talk was of Hornsea, Tunstall or maybe Kilnsea. We decided to look at Kilnsea, and then evaluate the chances of fishing.
Arriving at Kilnsea and having a gander, it was decided we’d go back to Easington Beach. The road to Spurn was closed, as we were told.
Eventually in Easington car park we were getting our clobber on and loud talking of the prospects of Cod being out there.
Fishing Group on the Day.
John E, Dave Ashford, Dave Ashford Jnr, Cliff, Sean, Steve Smith, Brian (Splodger) & Chris (Macky).
The wind was blowing from the North West 18/20, over our left shoulder. Clouds of white and dark grey were moving fast way above in the sky. This was going to be a day for sorting out the faint hearted. The faint hearted must have stayed at home because there was none of them here.
Setting up base camps in was not long before the lines were cast seawards, and great anticipation was pumping along the beach. There was to be no weed this morning but for those casting at a distance, their lines were soon washed down the beach. Short distance casting into the gully was to be the answer. A burst of hail was to batter our positions then a snowfall that was to cover all in front of us. The gods were having their fun but we were not going to give up.
Retrieval of lines, rebating the casting was going on all along the beach. No fish were coming ashore but there was time.
John E
Dave Ashford
David Ashford Jnr
At about noon Chris, (Macky), turned up and with a meeting of all, we were told that the conditions were treacherous and no fish were likely to come out . At this point we asked Chris where our best prospects would be for catching fish.
Paull, on the River Humber, was our best chance on this day. Collecting up our kit we were soon heading to Paull. On arrival at the car park we faced a problem parking, as it looked like the whole of the Holderness fishing fraternity had the same idea as us.
Talking to others, fishing was quiet with very few being caught. We decide to hump our kit to about 200 yards left of the car park, onto a stony foreshore. There we set up and soon we were casting lines into the River Humber. The wind was almost blowing into our faces as the chilly forces of the gods, again putting us to the test.
Again retrieval, rebaiting then casting we were still positive that something was going to be landed. Tap Tap hello I got something going on at last, Tap Tap this was it. Lifting my rod I knew there was something on the end of my line. Keeping the line taught a retrieval was happening and there in front of my eye’s was a fish. Others came running, as this was a rare occasion, on the day. It was a Codling, Small but a codling. Having my photo taking it was then placed back into the river to fight another day.
John E's Codling
This was not going to be a day of mass catches, the only fish in our group was that likkle Codling, all the others Blanked.
We fished Easington Beach 8am / 12noon and Paull foreshore from 1pm / 5pm.
It was an experience and the camaraderie shown with all that was there, makes the going back, even more wanting.
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