After a decent start to the season I ended up at Skinningrove under the towering cliffs in search of cod. I'd been fishing for about an hour when Rob turned up and convinced me to follow him around the rocks to a spot know to be quite reliable. Its a walk of about 3/4 of a mile but with the tide still quite high but ebbing its a scramble over broken ground and fallen rocks. The irony is that at low tide the walk is over flat slate and makes for an easy return.
Casting around 80 to 90 yds lands you in a deeper area where I presented a squid, cart wing and mussel cocktail on a pulley rig. I managed 3 coddling between 2 and 4lb. It was a good session at least I had the satisfaction of knowing I'd had success during the long haul back up to the car.
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