Day One- Killiney: Originalsin, Miami, Rory & apprentice, and me
Greystones Miami and me
Howth Me
Duration

Tide: down -->up--> down-->going back up (no Im talking about the waves!!)

Weather: Beautiful, Mild light westerly, temp 10c-13c
Bait:Lug mainly tipped with mack
Rigs: flapppers
Results:Pin Whiting, Pouting , pollock, rockling, coalies
Report:
Killiney / Greystones
Well had a meet in Killiney with a few friends Orginalsin, Miami, Rory & crew, Turned out Killiney wasn’t fishin well BUT the crack was mighty.. the laughs .. being out in the sun, kicking back on the tackle box enjoying the day, as soon as night came though the Pin whiting were back on the feed, as were their cousins the rockling.
At around 11ish we made tracks for Greystones just to see what the fun was to be had there, and we weren’t disappointed first cast in Pouting out, then coalies, pouting, and more coalies with a dash of Pollock. I thinks there may have been one whiting caught.
Sunday HOWTH
Were do I start with this... as I had bait left over decided to hit somewhere local, wasn’t up for a mad drive this time. Hopped into the car and made my way to the cliffs.. Got out of the car and notice a new Tackle/ tea/ coffee shop had opened at the top of the cliffs second car park, as I made my way over to the tracks of the cliff I noticed every known mark was full of F/Ns feathering away, in fact witness two Joey, macks been kept. When I asked if they caught anything “I don’t know!” But as I made my way over to the cliffs it struck me the amount of litter is beyond a joke, empty beer cans, tackle packets, mono, broken rods, thrown around the place is sickening, even seen a dead dog wrapped in a blanket .. (purple blanket in picture), I made my way up to the lions head to suss out if there was any marks I could fish in peace as I haven’t been out by myself in an age, and nope even the Lions Head was packed and I must say some lads there were taking serious risks on that mark.
So I picked my way back to the car was about to go when I saw a gang of f/ns lads ready to go home, again being polite any joy? “ NO, no ask” fair enough me thoughts and a good evening to you too (rhythms with trick)… grabbed the gear and made my way through the litter to the mark, was then I noticed the POTS… hell whoever set these pots had no fear, 15-20 foot out from the cliff. But still it was fishable (I know the way the current runs there makes life easy).. had both rods set out, sitting back chattin to a mate on the phone when over my head came a rock… I apologise now but the first thing I thought of was HOLY S*&^ Fishface is ere!??!
Then another rock just missed the rods.. and another and another. I stood up and a “father” & son were quiet happily throwing stones at the rods (and missing thank ….), when I gave out “we go to the harbour son”, and I was just about to give up on the place after all, pin whiting after pin whiting, but I haven’t fished the cliffs right into the night since I was a kid, so I decided to stick to my guns. Still couldn’t get over the amount of rubbish that was there and it wasn’t just the F/Ns that did it either!!!.
And with so many tourists walking up and down, I can only imagine what they are thinking!
Anyways around 9:30pm packed up the last rod, and made my way to the Harbour, and seriously I thought the cliffs were bad?!?! The amount of plastic alone in the trawler side of the pier is sickening, yes they have made the pier an angling haven, BUT as I looked into the surrounding rocks the amount of empty tackle packs, old bait newspaper, mono, its just nasty.. Personally I think that will be my last trip to Howth, if I have any leftover bait I would rather eat it myself then go there!!!