Friday 2 July 2010

At Last...

...having drawn a blank all week five sparkling mackerel take my silver foil lures (better than either traditional feathers or fancier rigs) off the rocks just North of Caerfai. I normally eat fish on Friday but had been muttering about getting some pork chops - evidently some benign force thinks I should be eating fish. The sea is seething like boiled milk and my boots are soaked from the swell at high tide...but who cares?

Serious sea fishermen/women can be rather sniffy about mackerel: some of Hafal's Members in Swansea are accomplished bass anglers (and have given me some useful tips) but I'm sure they won't grudge me my moment and nobody denies that mackerel make great eating when completely fresh.