Duration:8pm rising..me beyond into the late wee hours of the fall ..
Tide:Rising and beyond
Weather: not bad little cold wind picked up a little later
Bait:eyesreilly mysterous mack, lug, sandeels, everything really
Rigs:
not allowed say the dodger was hiding his away!! mine were flappers and I did throw out a 3/0 pennelResults: Codling pollock whitting rockling (Pouting or poorcod) this one is close to tell, Scorpion fish
Report:
Well as always after a big day out theres always bait left (was in Wicklow with a meet-up on Saturday, whitting and dogfish were the order of the day, there.. along with some fine crabs that I cant wait till they peel!!) , so the question was where to go , a quick call to the Dodger set my mind in place to head to Greystones Harbour, noticed the lights on the pier are GONE now altogether which is a sad state of affairs.. New pier looking run down already! Anyways met The famous Fishface (rather heard him singing songs, he was in fine voice..next time I’m taking the guitar to back him!!) the illustrious Eyesreilly.. and needs to say the Artful Dodger was between them just in case they started throwing stones again!!! If anyone notices the far pier wall (the one that is closed) is a little closer now its all due to Fishface.. not being content on fishing into or around the harbour, he casted the over the other side of the pier … on his retrieve he got snagged a few times and all of us on the pier could fell the ground shake as Fishface pulled the other pier wall ever closer!!
As for fishing…. same old same old, whitting, 5 beard rockling ever present, I hooked into a small codling, long spine scorpion fish, Pouting, and Pollock along with whitting and rockling, a slow night but none the less entertaining, with the biggest belt of the rod coming from the Dodger, I was busy talking (as normal) had my back to the rods, heard my bells and theres the Dodger acting like Quasimodo.. “the Bells the Bells!!”
The last cast of the pennel rig I threw out got into something huge,,, what it was I dont know as I lost it at the base of the wall, I was there by myself trying to haul it up the wall when it snagged very quickly on the lower rocks and the weight left the line (i've hauled in a lobster before and it felt like that, plus the snood was mashed in one place and there was no evidence of weed on the line, a further little tell tell was the weight and the flickering going on the rod tip as it was being hauled in felt like something trying to swim backwards but with a LOT of dead weight on
(arms were sore afterwards)
. Fair play to us all I say , out catching fish while the ordinary folk all thought it was freezing out there 
,,,,,,,It's a good spot but i'm getting too lazy there so i'm going to Wicklow next time 
. I also caught the one sided tussle between the boxer dog and the crab,,,,which kind of made up for me missing the documentary about the Bare-Knuckle boxing on TV3 
We'd have olympic medal winners then!
