This was day number two on our Cork shore-angling adventure. After our successful crack at the Whiting on the previous night, we were now on a new mission in search of Flounder. Just myself, Sid and Andy on this occasion as Sid’s brother Brian had other commitments. Our first venue looked superb, but quite worryingly; we never had a touch between us. After three excruciatingly cold hours, we decided on a move further along the estuary. It may have been possible that we missed a wave of fish coming through, and the theory was that we may meet them further along the coast. The other theory was that it was simply too cold and the Flounder were hanging back in the deeper water.
Our second mark looked promising, with a fair bit of tidal flow allowing us to cover more ground with rolling leads. I picked up a small “Coalie” to break the duck, and all rod tips soon began to “rattle” to the familiar Flounder rhythm. This move was a wise and fortuitous decision, as we were all finding our target species within minutes of arriving. Thank goodness the “cold theory” proved to be way off the mark.
Some of these fish were very sizeable, and after returning several large Flounder, I thought I would weigh one to see just how close to specimen size it was. I was stunned to see that my fish was over the specimen barrier, jeeze; we had un-wittingly returned at least two specimens prior to that! It is amazing how you can seriously misjudge the weight of a fish at times. These were as fat as butter, and a lesson well learnt! Any larger Flounder that came our way were now under scrutiny from a specimen potential, and quickly brought to the scales!
With one specimen under the belt, and shortly after, Sid lost a massive fish touching four pounds. He was trying to sneak it in on the quiet, but paid the ultimate price! Hard luck with that one mate. Andy was “hammering” fish, but the larger fellas were refusing to show for him, then Sid rubbed salt into the wounds by finding another three-pounder! With twenty-thirty fish caught and safely returned including several possible specimens, two definite specimens, and one huge fish lost, this was rapidly turning into an extremely good shore session.
As the tide ebbed, we were rapidly running out of depth and the bites diminished accordingly. Having been on the go from 5.30 am, it was time to head back to Brian’s for a bite of lunch and to work out the evenings plan. We had our fill of Flounder, and tonight, our last night in Cork, we would turn our attention to Painted Ray. There was plenty of time to check out our gear, re-tie some shore rigs, and get the big guns out in search of these extremely addictive “flats”! Check out my next blog coming soon, to see how we got on. Tight Lines.