Well there was a window in the weather and we managed to get a crew together so the Bream Trip from Beer was on.
I woke before darkness lifted its veil this morning and ventured from the deepest darkest depths of Cornwall to join the lads up in Devon. Me and Derek were picked up from Saltash by Gary after our silly o'clock dive from Camborne and we made our way to Beer. Stu (the-fox) and Scott (Chesney AKA Sick note!) were already there when we got there and Scott was not feeling well at all. After going for a constitutional he was fit enough for the day out with Cyril on Blue Lady, where the plan was to search out some Black Bream.
We made our way to the first mark and it was clear that the fishing was going to be a bit slow...
After a short move we all soon found the Pout, which were disguising themselves by replicating bite from other fish. Stu got smashed by a bite not too dissimilar to that of a Bass on a large squid bait, only to find a small pout had taken it...
Then I had that special take that could only be one thing...
With that followed much un-eventfulness until another move over the brittle star beds put us back into the bream action.
Up to this point Scott(sick note) had successfully managed to avoid catching anything, until the faithful puppy dogs put in an appearance.
We all managed a few bream, although fishing was fairly slow and sporadic - one minute they were there, the next gone.
All in all we landed about a 18 blacks, 3 or 4 mackie, several dogs, 1 female cuckoo, 1 pollock, 1 scad and umpteen pouting.
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