Waiting for a bite. My old Masterline spinning rod and Mitchel 306 sea reel.
Under the intense July sun the sea was calm with only a slight disturbance to the water where the current washed across the front of the harbour entrance. At the end of the West Wall by the beacon a fisherman cast out a large orange and white float, it momentarily lay flat on the water before cocking itself as the drilled ball weight swung under and down.
I was fishing a few bays down at No 17. Using an old spinning rod that I had purchased a couple of years ago from a junk shop in Bournemouth for the sum of £10, this old Masterline rod had served me well. The rod was paired up with an old but immaculate Mitchell 306 Salt fixed spool reel and spooled with a sky blue 15lb line.
Fishing was much harder than I would have thought on this warm summers day. The mackerel bashers were out but only hooking the odd fish here and there. A young man who was a very competent fisher had a couple of bream, eels and mackerel. What was interesting to see was the distance he could cast using an ESP Carp rod married to a Shimano 6000 Baitrunner, he was casting 120 yards plus on each cast.
Small Guilthead Bream caught off the West Wall, Brighton
Using a 3 hook flapper trace with each hook tipped with black lug my target quarry for the afternoon was sea bream. After an hour and a half or so of casting to different points and reducing the distance from the West Wall the rod tip pulled quickly then rattled on the metal fixing supporting the restraining wire. As I lifted the rod I could feel that it was a bream from the distinctive way it reacted to being hooked. After a few minutes of playing the fish its silver, grey and ocher striped flank broke the water. It was a small guilthead bream in perfect condition, its size too small to contemplate being put on a plate to grace the table so I slipped it back into the clear water to swim away.
Starfish on the drop.
Fishing was hard with very few takes, in fact I only had one other knock, possibly plaice
from the way the rod reacted to the take. My only other gains were the countless Starfish that clung onto the lugworm as the tide dropped away. What I had hoped for was for a couple of flatties to come out with the retreating current.
In the late afternoon sun I headed to Hove in search of a series of ceramic bottles distributed around Brighton by the artist known as Anon, there were none to be found so my search continues much like waiting for a maiden of the sea to bite.