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Seabass god

Posted on 26 August 2012 by Vincent

After catching a couple of seabass last week Ricardo and I thought it might be a good idea to go back for some more.

We would be fishing some new spots. New grounds. After a long drive we arrived at our first spot in the morning. A strong wind was blowing right in our face. That would mean casting directly into a strong wind, with big 2/0 hooks and heavy sinking lines. Not my favorite kind of casting. But it had to be done. After 2 hours no fish were seen. Some other anglers were complaining about disappointing catches as well.

However, bad weather conditions can be really good for fishing. It might be though to cast, and it might not be very comfortable, but the fishing can be really good. So we knew it had to be possible to catch some bass. We went to our next spot on our list.

This is what we were after

This is what we were after

After arriving at our next spot we noticed the water was quite muddy. So I tied a dark (black/purple) EP-streamer of about 10cm on the end of my 15 pound tippet. A dark profile should at least be noticed by a couple of fish. I started stripping some line from my reel, and threw about 8 meters of flyline in the water. The fly fell just behind a drop-off. As soon as I started my retrieve, my line went tight and I thought I had managed to hook a big stone on the drop-off on my first cast. Suddenly this “stone” started to move. Fish on!

After a couple of nice runs the fish came to shore. We saw the fish rolling in the surface, and it was a nice bass of about 50-60cm. Sadly the line went slack and the fish freed itself from my hook. Damn it! But at least we know there’s fish around on this spot! I immediately casted my fly back in the water, and started fishing with some confidence. However after a couple of casts a thought started to creep into my mind: “What if this was the only fish today?”. It wouldn’t be the first time, hooking a fish on the first cast and blanking the rest of the day… Bad mojo!

A couple of minutes went by, and suddenly there was the sudden pull again! A meter of flyline was being pulled through my fingers! A nice take! But that was all… A nice take… No fish on the end of my line! Damn it, again!

I started to move a bit, looking for some nice spots to pull my streamer trough. Suddenly I felt some slight resistance. Maybe some weeds? Maybe I’m pulling my streamer through the sand? BAM! Again, fish on!! It immediately felt like a nice fish. After a short but explosive fight our first fish was ready to pose for our camera!

 Owyeah! 51cm of bass power!

Owyeah! 51cm of bass power!


Beautiful fish!

Beautiful fish!

Ricardo followed by catching another bass a few minutes after my fish. There sure is fish around!

A nice bass of around 40cm

A nice bass of around 40cm

A couple of minutes later I got a nice take. Another bass!

Another bass for me, also around 40cm

Another bass for me, also around 40cm

We would end up catching 6 bass in total in about 2 hours.

Bass #2 for Ricardo. Another 40cm fish.

Bass #2 for Ricardo. Another 40cm fish.

Bass #3 for me, the biggest one of 53cm. It was a nice fight! This fish took several decent runs towards the horizon...

Bass #3 for me, the biggest one of 53cm. It was a nice fight! This fish took several decent runs towards the horizon…

This bass wanted my fly really bad!

This bass wanted my fly really bad! This one was caught on a purple/pink streamer.

Bass #3 for Ricardo, another perfect fish in perfect conditions

Bass #3 for Ricardo, another perfect fish in perfect conditions

Black and purple, the color combination of today!

Black and purple, the color combination of today!

Because of the tide we had to move. There where no good spots around for the current tide situation, so we went for a short Lake Oostvoorne session.

The pimp did it again! A small brownie couldn't resists the temptations of the pimp...

The pimp did it again! A small brownie couldn’t resists the temptations of the pimp…

After I caught a brownie and the both of us missed several takes, we were starting to get the feeling there were some higher powers messing with our fishing. The scandinavian guys from Front Side Fly say they have a mayfly god. Then we must have a seabass god! (or actually it should be a sprat god if we really want a proper equation, but that doesn’t sound cool!) The seabass gods were giving us a sign: It was about time to go back again for some seabass fishing!

But we were tired. Very tired. It was a long day and it was getting dark very fast. But after waiting a brief moment for the tide to go down again, we stepped into our waders and got to another spot.

After one or two casts I immediately got a take again. But this time it wasn’t a bass. There was a big difference. This fish wasn’t taking line, or making runs. It was a small plaice. Another fish to cross out on my list.

A small plaice

A small plaice

Ricardo was fishing without a line basket. So his running line was laying around in the sand. Suddenly he felt something pulling on his running line, that’s strange… How could something be pulling on his running line? Then he noticed something unusual…

A crab was attacking Ricardo's running line!

A crab was attacking Ricardo’s running line!

Now the seabass gods had turned against us. We have to go home now!! See you next time!

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