Have you ever heard people talking about fabulous places to fish, where the bass shoal thickly in the midst of turbot and rays? I certainly have, hearing many of the local tales of Lannacombe Bay until it whetted my appetite to have a go for myself and see if the legends were true!
At the count of ten I tightened into a sizeable fish, which, instead of coming tamely to the surface, emptied the spool of the reel twice before I finally made enough headway to get it clear of the bottom. Then it continued to fight in midwater, the tip of the rod arching over as every twitch was magnified by the lightness of the tackle. Finally, after what seemed ages but was really only about fifteen to twenty minutes the fish appeared and went mad at the sight of the boat. Steve watched and advised, assessing the situation carefully, and then the net went down for the bass, bringing it swiftly aboard, where we could all see that it was a really good fish.
Another couple of smaller bass came aboard, but I knew that I wasnít going to get another one today. My only question was, would this one reach the magical ten. It had to be close! And it was, weighing in at 9 lbs 12 ozs, my personal best.
Which I am still working to improve. In the local paper my fish was small fry compared to a 30 lbs turbot and rays - considerable numbers of them - to well over twenty pounds. So Iím just going to have to go again! (They tell me, you see, that turbot always swim in pairs.) As for whether or not Lannacombe lives up to the legends, well Iíll let you be the judge of that, since you can always book with one of the local charter skippers and have a go for yourself. You should, with a bit of luck, have a wonderful day!
Fishing from Lannacombe Bay
The tackle that we used although, at the top of the tide, we had to increase the weight to 4 ozs.
Eventually, amid cheers of encouragement, Charles struck into what appeared to be a better fish. ďYouíve foulhooked a jumbo mackerel!Ē Said the crew, jokingly, only to cringe and feel really guilty when it turned out that that was exactly what had happened!
A nice plaice and a specimen red gurnard came aboard, along with some substantial whiting, when I felt another knock - if thatís what it could be called! I had been thumbing my reel all day and had kept the final thirty yards of line on the spool just in case of a good bite. Now it suddenly started to empty at Ďa cracking rate, Gromet!í And I knew I was in for a fight!