With the catches of elf the last night, though i should try my hand at spinning. Went down to the green side again, the red side was doable but still some water coming over and i did not have my wets on.
One thing about spinning, is that there is not the need to take all the tackle and bait, with the result that i felt much lighter, as i am normally dragging the kitchen sink around, there was this strange nagging feeling that i had left something behind.
The wind still doing the southerly thing, but strange and true the water had turned blue, well not crystal but definitely blue compared to the previous days. Where had the colour gone, spoke to some of the regulars, their, idea was that too much wind for too long and the colour turns off, not scientific but it is the bes explanation i have at the moment.
Anyway i am there now and spinning away with a 4 oz silver spoon with good action in the water, spin, spin, spin, the reel and rod casting well getting some fair distance, but nothing, no nibbles no takes no nothing. Then all of a sardine the spinner just stops the rods bends and i think i am stuck, but their is movement and the weight edges forward, seaweed maybe, but that would just be a solid mass, this whatever on the end gives and pulls ever so slightly. Definitely feels organic, organic and alive. An octopus i surmise, constant pressure and it would give suddenly just to stick fast a second later. Too much pressure and pop went the line, breaking off at the swivel, now we will never know. Yet a another mystery of the sea.
Now i discovered what that nagging feeling was, i had forgotten another bloody spinner. Oh well things were too quiet anyway, no one else was feeling anything and besides i felt overcome by a lethargic lassitude, feeling the year behind me piling up.
Left as others were just walking down, greeted by choruses of ” going already?”
Good thing the next day i found that no-on had had much luck otherwise i would of felt really peeved.