Duration: 09:00 - 18:00
Tide:
Weather: sunny in morning, cloudy later, damp as we came in
Bait: mackerel
Rigs: shark rigs, flowing traces, floats
Results: pollack, grey gurnard, haddock, garfish, whiting, one run from a blue
Report: Pete had kindly arranged a shark trip for us out with Mohawk (Jim) on Deora De. With Jim not out on Friday and us not wanting to waste time getting macks which were a bit patchy given the weather we've been having, Pete decided that we should meet at 6am and take a spin out on his boat to get the macks we needed.
I agreed, despite the fact I was going out Friday night for a spot of beach fishing. Anyway, with one thing and another I ended up with about 4.5 hours sleep. Turned up a Pete's at around 6 to find him still in bed
.Poor man had been up half the night being sick. For the second time in as many weeks he'd managed to get himself food poisoning. Anyway, mack trip called off and we headed back to our respective beds for a bit of catch up sleep.
Anyway, Pete still wasn't able for fishing come 9am so it was myself, Paul and a lady named Sandy (who rumour has it was the real reason Pete couldn't make it in case he got beaten by a girl
) who boarded the boat.We steamed out, stopping once or twice on mack drops, picking up a few here and there (managing a couple of greys and a pollack into the bargain), until the last stop when we finally hit a good shoal of them and managed our quota, .
Jim and his able assistant, took us out further, set up the slick, got us tackled up, explained the sharking end of things and got us started.
After a bit of balloon watching and some more tea, I decided to get another rod out into the slick and try for a gar for the species list this year. After a while of this, with no luck, I then put on a flowing trace and fished the sandy bottom to see if I could pick up anything else. Think we were about in 80m, just managed to hold bottom with and 8oz (used an 8 and a 6 for a while). Picked up a couple of whiting, not much fun winching up that distance, wouldn't have fancied catching anything bigger. Then to my surprise I managed a haddock, which was a new species for me, so I was delighted.
In the meantime Jim had some more rubby out and Paul had a line out for a gar and it wasn't long before he got his first ever one. The slick is working we thought!!
Unfortunately, we were a bit premature, no more garfish and no sign of any blues. With about 1/2 an hour left, we heard a snorting noise behind us and we turned to see a whale surfacing. It did that a couple more time, it seemed to come down the direction of the slick, but breezed on uninterestedly.
Just as we were about leave (we were literally just about to reel in), the clicker on Paul's reel started to go, a shark at last!
The rest of the lines were hastily pulled in as the shark toyed with Paul's bait. A stronger run followed, then it stopped and Jim told Paul to set the hook. He tried, and we watched us his float moved towards and around the front of the boat, it stopped and he reeled in, but his line was slack and it was gone.
Shame we had to go just as we had attracted some shark, but it was time. Pete met us at the pier, all credit to him for coming down and sorting out his share, before heading back off to bed/toilet or wherever he'd been spending his day.
Thanks to Jim for getting us out there, keeping us filled up with tea and setting up the rubby dubby and gear. At least we got one run anyway and myself and Paul managed a new species each, and we know what to expect for next time.....
Better luck next time lads.
All what I get from blue trip was: wind, rain, wind, rain...and couple of small mackeral, keept as bait for pike 
