Yesterday, my fishing companion on Pegasus was local man Gerry McCafferty. It was one of those rear ‘blue sky’ days and the mood was chirpy and cheerful as we zigzagged our way down the channel searching for new sandbanks. The estuary channel is in constant transition… nothing too drastic, subtle changes. Sand banks eroding on the western shoreline and enlarging on the eastern shoreline. It’s about a twenty five year cycle.
When we got the navigation business out of the way we dropped anchor and fished hard for the first hour. The first flow of the flood tide is usually a good time to move fish so we waited, and waited, for the first nibble and… nothing! Not a bite!! Eventually, we decided it was time for the nosebag so we shared a nice plate of smoked salmon salad and a glass of Chenin Blanc. What a tough world we live in!
After I packed away the dish washer we moved to a different location and within 50 minutes we landed seven sea trout and probably lost as many more. We caught three more over the next hour and, well satisfied, we agreed to call it a day.
All our fish were safely returned to the water and, as good anglers always do, we adjourned to the high stool to boast and brag and…