04:30 came all to quickly but the guru Udderman was still working on milk time and wanted to get on the road for our next session. Ablutions and coffee quickly out of the way we were northward bound to meet Sharpie around 8 a.m. at Peterhead. As there were nae other cars on the road (virtually) we were about an hour and a half early (seemed quicker to me as I K.O.'d on the way up). So we went along the south breakwater to see if there were any mackies to be had.
As it was a bit colder and there were a dozen or so folk already out with the feathers we decided to stay in the motor and watch to see if anything was being caught. Malky's keen eye honed in on one of the guy's next to us who had a rather odd casting style. He was holding the rod by crossing his arm's in front of him. Left hand up holding the line and right hand on the butt then rapidly uncrossed his arms with very little body movement to cast. That sent what seemed to be a 2oz weight on a bass rod about 50-60 yards.
We waited at the breakwater for about an hour and saw only 2 fish landed along at the end during that time. So it was off for breakfast with sharpie to plan the day.
A stab at bass was the plan for the morning then Scotston beach in the afternoon to fish the flood. The bass mark is a bit of a secret so I'll not go into details but we all got bass. A good 2.5 - 3 lb'er for Malky a first bass ever for sharpie (closely followed by another five, including 3 in 3 casts) and just as I was looking at a blank I caught my own first ever bass. A wee 0.75 lb or so but I was very happy to land it never the less.
Just as we had got back to the cars the heavens opened so the next hour or so was spend drinking coffee in the back of sharpie's van wedged in beside all his tackle.
Scotston beach was next for flatties and especially a turbot.
Rauri joined us to try to bag a turbot and met us on the road in. Sharpie seemed to want to go off roading leaving the track and leading Malky and me on a winding route up hill and over dale to where we parked up Rauri sensibly stayed to the farm track although its surface wasn't much better to be honest.
I have to say at this point I was feeling a bit drained from the lack of sleep and wasn't exactly Mr Talkative especially when the wind got up, the rain started and weed fish were coming in thick and fast. There were a few flounders to be had for everyone to stop the blanks fairly quickly.
I was getting a bit fed up with the weed so started to fish one rod. Everyone was also getting dragged well down the beach. But covering the extra distance proved to be to the benefit of Malky. On one particularly long walk to retrieve his weed fish from half way to Peterhead Malky landed the first of two turbots for the day.
Hunger finally chased us off the beach and with the promise of a chicken jal-shapie off we went.
Of it was to sharpies for the aforementioned curry, very nice it was too. And tired though we all were it was only a pitstop and soon we were off to Port Knockie harbour.
We were only there about 3 hours but tried for various species. Conger rods out in the harbour after dark. Spinning out on the far breakwater through the tunnel and float fishing over the harbour wall and onto the rocks beyond. Nothing to be had unfortunately despite the effort blanks all round.
Off it was back to sharpies around midnight for kip before the third day of fishing.
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