After a leisurely journey from Preston we arrived on the island a little to early to get into the cottage so we stopped for a cup of tea and some cake at a cafe in Beaumaris – the weather was fantastic and the views across the Menai Straits of the mainland were beautiful.
We arrived at the cottage and as soon as we’d unpacked all the gears set out to “Porth Tywyn-mawr” or “Sandy Beach” to dig some lugworm for the first fishing session on Anglesey this year.
We’d already collected the rest of the bait; frozen sandeels, squid, peeler crab and mackerel, on the way from Victoria Angling so after a good feed and making up a couple of flasks of coffee away we went.
We arrived at the chosen venue, “Porth Nobla” or “Broad Beach” I think it’s called, ready to do battle with the denizens of the deep.
Wendy and I took almost identical gear, a normal surf casting rod – capable of blasting out a bait a very long way, and a lighter ‘Bass’ rod for closer in work. With 2 rods each – we weren’t messing about.
After a few practice cast I launched a frozen sandeel and squid bait out into the depths then quickly assembled my lighter rod, baited up with a big fat crab and plopped a bait just behind the surf line. Wendy had also set her traps up but had bating up her long distance rod with lugworm.
Darkness descended upon us like ink from heaven, stained only with the red afterglow of the sunset. We re-baited and waited…. ….
I noticed out of the corner of my eye Wendy shift her attention to rod tip. “Strike” – got one! But what manner of fish was it to be, the fabled silver bar of Summer – a Bass?
Unfortunately not, during the summer, after dark the coasts of Wales come alive with dogfish and that’s what she’d snared. But, a fish is a fish and she was 1-0 up. I re-baited, this time with lugworm on the long rod and sandeel and the close one.
Waiting…. drank some coffee, more waiting. Not again! Got another came a delighted, and a bit smug, cry of victory. Only a whiting this time but now it was 2-0. I was beginning to think it was going to be another of those nights.
“We’ll make this the last cast then” – it was after 1am and we wanted to be up early tomorrow for a scout round to find some new fishing spots in the daylight.
Did the tip move then? No, just wishful thinking, just the wind. There is no wind! Finally! “I’m in!!” Careful – i can’t afford to loose this, the drive back to the cottage would be unbearable. I feel a head shake as I get the fish to about the 20 meter mark, could it be? Then, the tell tale yellow glowing eyes stare at me out of the waves. Yep, I know what this dogfish is thinking. I unhook him and return him to his home to fight another day. We call it a night with the scores a 2-1 to Wendy.
We’d been hoping for a late Thornback Ray or maybe an early Bass and got the usual dogfish and small whiting but at least we didn’t blank on our first outing. We got back to the cottage put the unused bait in the fridge or freezer accordingly and got some rest. Tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow……