I left the house at about 8:00 in the morning. It is about 20 minutes of cycling to get to an accessible piece of coastline from our home. I was excited and fully equipped- ready for anything. Except...
|Where did the ocean go?|
It isn't that I didn't know tides exist here. I understand the cycle of high and low tides, ebbing and flowing, spring and neap tides, even one of my favorite words, syzygy. The case was one of those where my tidal knowledge existed in one part of my brain and my fishing knowledge lived in another. The synapses didn't make that extra connection between tides and fishing until that fateful day. After scolding and laughing at myself, I decided to make the best of it and poke around the beach at low tide.
|Seaweed and barnacles|
|One of Dublin's famous defense towers|
|Fishing kit ready for action|
One fisher stopped by and asked me what I was going. He saw my six-foot spinning rod and couldn't believe I was using such small equipment in the bay. He offered some advice to get bigger, heavier equipment or "you'll lose all your equipment!" I was a little miffed when he left. I had seen the mackerel the people were catching, and they weren't any larger than a few pounds. Not to brag, but I have caught fish much larger that on the same equipment I was using. Do saltwater fish possess some kind of small-rod-breaking-magic of which I'm not aware? Saltwater fishers do tend to use stouter equipment for certain kinds of fish and fishing, but I will keep just the one rod, thank you.