Image Right: Coal Fish on another home made Lure
After four years, my
time on the island is coming to an end and there are still so many fish I never
got to catch.
Overnight the wind along
with the swell dropped until a stillness settled over the bay and Sound. Just
after nine I padded up the street to collect Ryan who despite the prospect of holding
a fishing rod while being sat in a boat on the North Atlantic, was in bed. I
encouraged his would-be mother in-law and girlfriend to eject him using any
means necessary before stomping off to the pier to sort out the boat and tackle.
I don’t understand the idea of being late for fishing, every minute spent in
bed is a minute stolen from the possibilities afforded by a fishing rod.
I checked the fuel, started the engine before stringing
lines through rod eyes while I waited. Ryan finally made it to the pier and we
headed out into the soup. Our first mark
was a small reef that had just become visible on the falling tide. I was fishing
with another prototype made from Fimo (polymer clay, see pre. Post), and a
little nervous, wondering if all the energy I had invested in the lure would
bring any reward now I was out on the water. First cast and a fish takes it, shit I was
happy even after it threw the hook close to the boat. Second cast and this time
it came home with a decent sized coal fish, at this point I didn`t care about
the rest of the trip and to be honest it was not the best fishing trip on record. Foil, Fimo, felt tips, wire, a bit of weight
and a hook.
Image below: Looking Back to Jura from the Sound of Iona
