Duration: 19.30 - 23.30
Tide: Ebb
Weather:A few showers on the drive down, then fine & clear
Bait: Rag, frozen mack/lug/sandeel
Rigs: 3 hook flappers, single hook rigs
Results: Myself - 8 dogs, 1 flounder, 1 Turbot Corbyeire - 1 (albino) rockling, 1 flounder
Report: This was only my 2nd trip out in nearly a month, and with the showers on the way down from Dublin I began to question my logic !!! However (as usual), when we got into Wicklow the rain seemed to ease. We had planned to go down to Arcklow, but due to traffic etc we decided on somewhere a little closer. Neither myself of Brian had fished Brittas before and we didnt have a clue where along that stretch to fish. We settled on a small cove towards the south side of the bay.
We both fished one rod at distance and one in close. I was first into the fish with a dog at distance taken on sandeel. Brian was next in with the whitest looking rockling you'll ever see
 
   
   Should have got a photo I suppose, but aint hindsight wonderful.
  Should have got a photo I suppose, but aint hindsight wonderful.I was slowly bringing in the dogs with my 2nd coming to rag in close on the flapper. Brian was then into a lovely flounder pushing (but not quite) 40cm, I have to say I though it looked bigger, but the measuring tape doesnt lie
 
 The fishing was quite slow, but as usual the hours soon fly by, we entertained ourselfs with watching the numerous shooting stars, great craic
 Makes you apopreciate how insignificant we all are.
   Makes you apopreciate how insignificant we all are.We also saw a very strange shooting star/comet type of thing, it was a little orange in colour, with a reallly vivid tail to it, and a good glow around it. We couldnt decide what it was
 
   
   But it sure was strange.
  But it sure was strange.Any way, back to the purpose of the trip.........fishing....still slow, and after a few more dogs and a flounder for me, we decided to pack up one rod each and give it ONE LAST CAST.......
We were both reeling in and I made a comment to Brian, "Ah well, no fish on the last cast".......as I got the rig into the shallows, I could see a fish....then realised by its shape it was a Turbot...WHoo Haa...a new species, and one of those fish I would have loved to catch just given how different they are to the other flattie species.
Mission accomplished
 
   
   
  





 
 


 and its normally got green lumpy stuff flying out the back from his latest victim
 and its normally got green lumpy stuff flying out the back from his latest victim  