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I’ve lost count of the times I’ve watched a bait roll helplessly along a tidal ledge, or seen it snagged on the next swell because my sinker was either too light to hold or so heavy it bounced...
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I’ve spent more mornings than I can count standing on Welsh cobbles, watching terns spiral and sea foam gather along a line that seemed to hum with life. Over the years I learned to read those...
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I won't pretend there's a single magic trick to pull double-figure rays off slippery tidal ledges — but after a few seasons of stubborn dawns, soaked waders and the odd ecstatic shout when a big...
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I always get a buzz when the harbour lights start to bleed into the water — there’s something about that contrast between artificial glow and moving tide that turns a quiet spot into a pollack...
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I spend a lot of spring mornings standing on low, wind-scoured sandbanks, watching the tide line for rolling bass and trying to place a lure where the fish will meet it. For several seasons I’ve...
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I fish harbours at night more than I admit to my smartphone’s location history. There’s something addictive about the way pollack light up under quay lamps, how a single glow stick makes the...
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There are mornings when the estuary mouth looks like someone flipped a coin and the sea chose "empty": flat water, no bait flicks, and that sinking feeling that today's session is going to be a long,...
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Winter cod sessions around Wales mean cold fingers, early high tides and kelp that seems determined to eat every rig you send out. Over the years I’ve lost more than my share of rigs to sharp kelp...
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There’s a particular hush that falls over a tidal ledge just before first light — wind down to a whisper, water tucking around the rocks, and the promise that a double-figure ray could be...
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One of my favourite night sessions in an estuary involves watching a bank of streetlights smear across the water and waiting for the telltale slashes of pollack cruising the lit edges. Over the years...
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