Sunday
4 a.m. came and went with a brief return to consciousnesses only to find the rain pouring down again and no signs of life from the other two so turned over for some extra kip.
Come 7 a.m. the weather was nice again but the tide was ripping through once again. We all decided to call it quits so unfortunately a triple Wind Sock blank was the result!
With Big-Al homeward bound Sharpie and I were off north again to Loch Linnhe or Leven for more fashing. Stopping first at the brilliant Onish Post office for brekkie.
Now at this point and wary of a whole weekend long blank I suggested the picnic area on Loch Linnhe to try to get a doggie for me at least! When we arrived there was one guy spinning who only had a single small pollock to show for his efforts.
Still expecting a load of doggies we just fished one rod each. And lots of doggies it was, well for Mr Sharpe! I had plenty of sharp knocks on the rod but nothing was hooking up. Then finally something on the line is it just a huge clump of weed or actually a fish. Clump of weed it is, but hey ho want is that a tiny wee doggie as well surfing in amongst the weed. Closer, closer, then to fall off the hook just before I grab the trace to let it go. A few choice words later and with Sharpie getting a bit bored of hauling in doggies and a foul hooked dab to boot. Off we moved to another mark for possibility of thornies.
Of we went and 20 mins later we were unpacking the gear again. With only about three hours left of the weekend fishing two rods it was as the thought of going home with not a bloody sausage caught for so many hours put in was too much to contemplate.
The previous form started again with Sharpie landing doggies whilst I got bites and reeled in clean hooks. Still with loads of bait left there was plenty of fresh(ish) stuff so no need to scrimp. And the persistance payed off with a wee doggies finally coming in. Plenty times doggies have saved my blank but not in a spectactular weekend long blank like this!
Shortly after sharpie got the call he was dreading, back to work, so it was rods way. Thinking he had a large lump of weed on reeling in his last rod shapie was pleased to find a reasonable sized thornie.
And that was that as they say for the weekend, 1 spurrie, 1 thornie and 100's of doggies to sharpie and 1 single solitary doggie for me. An enjoyable weekend oot and aboot but probably the most miserable fishing I've had since starting up again last year. Sharpie used to joke I was his jinx, I think this weekend proves it is the other way around lol.
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