Blowin' in Boarhills

Bait - mackie, lug and squid
Rigs - Pennel Pulleys
Tide - High >>>Low
Place - Boarhills seastack

Dad and I decided to go visit our old stomping ground of the rocky shores around Boarhills. We arrived around HT and were in for a bit more of a walk than we remembered, especially bogged down with all the gear under the sun. Still walk over we set up the rods, the howling gale doing its best to stop us. We had both thought to float fish, but in the conditions dad decided to spin and I went for the bait.

It's very heavy ground and quite snaggy, but I was using 80lb braid and lost negligible tackle. Dad wasn't getting much interest and walked round the bay trying several spots with no luck.

I faired little better I had several bit bites and a couple of runs from good feeling fish, but when push came to shove nothing hooked up and I was left fishless once again.

 All told it was a great day out with beautiful if very windy, weather and time spent with the old-man is never bad.

Well and another trip another singing of the Blankety Blank theme tune!

Need to go back again when the wind is down and more and the sea is like this :-)

A Long Trip North

Well apologies for the tardy post of last weekends shenanigans.


The plan for the weekend was to go up to Scotstown beach just north of Peterhead and meet up with some like minded souls at a meet arranged through World Sea Fishing. A few (myself included) camping on Saturday 28th August and being joined by more for a session on the Sunday.


I left to travel up at around 11 a.m. planning to stop at Peterhead South Breakwater for a few casts. After an uneventful journey I arrived in Peterhead, completely missing the turn off to the Breakwater (which is before entering the Blue Toon). After a  bit of time lost doubling back I found my way onto the breakwater.

Easy fishing out of the car but not a lot going *Blankety Blank* unfortunately.

Of then to the camping site next to the beach. Half a dozen of us camping plus a couple of guys staying locally popping in to say hello. A few beers and some home made cider later and the craic was good. Fishy tall tales and suddenly its dark and the evening fishing session is off for some more booze and bonding. The evening and night were lovely little cloud and wind.

Things changed and the rain started around midnight. I went off to my pit around half one only to be woken by the screaming wind a couple of hour later. After not getting any more meaning full sleep and only a few prolonged dozes I realised that my face was getting wet!

Two seconds flat and I was wide awake, the bloody fly sheet had pulled the tent pegs out on two sides and the wind (still horrendous) had blown it over the top. Now feeling like I was inside a washing machine on a cold spin cycle, and only in my undies to boot (not a sight for sore eyes) thankfully it was very dark, I fought with the wind to bring the fly sheet back over and cover the tent again. My skin was so numb I wasn't even cold. A damp couple of hours and another two trips out to re set pegs, I decided to get into the car and put on all of my fishing gear and get toasty.

By about 7 a.m. the rest of the happy campers, not!, were starting to appear. The tent next to me had been having similar problems and whilst I was helping Lynchy to peg it again a particularly bad gust took the tent, along with his son who went for a loop-de-loop. One guy rope held thankfully otherwise it would not have stopped before Aberdeen!

My homing instinct kicked in big time, knackered damn and cold fishing was not on my mind.

After helping carry some of the gear down to the beach for the more hardy souls I beat a retreat home.

Serious kudos to those who fished and caught.

I will be back and bring my back bone next time...