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Gorleston Saturday 3rd September 2005
A 2am kick off, as we leave Desford for the East Anglia coast. Gorleston, Norfolk, Sea Wall/Pier
was to be our venue today. 3 hours trip with a break at Kings Lynn for that deserving cappuccino.
Arriving at Gorleston we soon found our destination, with the dawn breaking on the horizon of the North Sea, we parked up to scan the area where we would be fishing for the day.
From the car it was no more than 100yds, over flat concrete, to our fishing point. An easy Venue to fish from, especially for those that can’t carry heavy kit or walk on soft sand. Conditions, The wind was a warm Easterly, straight into our faces, the horizon was filled with a light grey mist and the sea was just moving in with the tide.
Little wavelets now, but hopefully when the sun was to rise we would enjoy a sun blessed day fishing the sea.
Soon we had base camp set up, then our lines were cast seaward.
A 6am start we were full of the usual Cracc of what we were about to catch. Rods nodding n twitching it soon came apparent that we were going to have trouble with weed. Cleaning off our lines, after every retrieval, we started to think we’d picked the wrong day. No fish were biting; in fact we had no enquiries what so ever. The fish were being elusive, so blanking thoughts began to come into the conversation.
10am was to be high tide, so hopefully things would change. The sun, still not penetrating the cloud covers,
and with no other anglers in sight, was this a fishless place.
As the tide stood still we though well this could be the beginning of a better session, for when it starts to retreat,
maybe that’s when the fish would start to feed.
Time moving towards 11am and the weed disappeared with our rods standing still, the first time we would be able to see any definite knocks. Sure enough Cliff’s rod began to nod, then again and down it went as he grabbed to make a strike. Smiles on our faces as he started to take line, this had the making of a good fish.
Leaning over the side to see what he’d caught then turning to look at Cliff’s face, it was a picture.
Soon we were to see a white flash as the fish broke the surface, it looked a good fish.
Then, Cliff went backwards as the line went slack. The fish had broken free; shite was the words politely uttered.
But not to be deterred his line was soon back into the sea.
Talk of was it Whiting or my be a Bass, we will never know. Again watching for the next one my rod gave a very quick rattle, it was my turn. Not a big one, by the feel, but it felt good.
Yes yes I caught a fish, a bloody Weaver; it was soon put back in to the sea.
A drink was called for and just as the coffee was poured Cliff’s rod went again.
This time he shouted, I’m having this one. He sure did a nice clean Pollack,
the first time he’d caught this species from a shore venue. It also was soon back in to the sea.
Coffee was consumed with smiles and chatter of what could we expect next.
Then my rod went berserk lifting it, take on whatever piscatorial thing was at the end of my line. The pressure was immense, then thoughts of I’ve snagged up. Lowering the rod but keeping on the tension I could feel I was gaining line. Yes the baby was coming home, a slow retrieval, rod knocking, was this a Bass. It felt good and I sure was having this one. Breaking the surface, Cliff shouted yes, it’s your favourite, a bloody Eel.
Well it was another species, for that day, and it soon was back in to the sea.
12 noon and with the sea ebbing against the easterly wind, it became very choppy.
Still no Sun and the mist was getting denser, visibility was down to a few hundred yards.
As we persevered into the afternoon, the Gods, I’m sure were testing us. Lug, Rag and Squid was our bait but we were to see no further action but stuck it out till the weed repapered.
This was the time to call it a day. 7pm, Thirteen hours of summer shore fishing, we’d giving it our best and enjoyed the challenge. Time to tidy up and walk those 100 yards back to the car.
We talked of what might have been may be just may be, we’ll get them the next time.
We will be back to Gorleston, in the mean time we will be watching for reports of this area. This would be a good venue in the winter, Cod. A comfortable venue, as long as it’s not an Easterly wind.
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