’Twas Christmas morning, the kettle just hissed, But Dani was working — a shift not to miss. The house still and quiet, no plans to unfold, So I grabbed up the rod in the pale winter cold. The sea lay glassed in that soft silver light, No creature was stirring — just Sea Eagles in their flight. I launched out a wedge in the run of the tide, Expecting a tap, just a half-hearted ride. But the rod bucked hard — and to my delight, Up came a pollack… a surprise double-figure fight

Quick successful evening pollack fishing on the lures

The small shrimp is a tie we made to fish just under our feet and in gin-clear saltwater where we can watch it skipping just over rocks...

Just like the trout fishing, we didn't have one blank session, and almost every session produced a personal best pollack! Not bad for a...