About two weeks before the rest, looking through satellite images of the Turunc coastline, I noticed the small length of the city beach and the strong indented coastline. I definitely wanted to admire the cliffs from the sea, fishing for interesting places, but there was no desire to push on tourist boats, making fifteen-minute stops at interesting places, without the possibility of adjusting the route and stopping time – there was no desire. Quite quickly, the following idea came to mind: take an inflatable kayak with you. This thought seemed to me absurd at first, but on reflection, I came to the conclusion that all the most interesting in life begins with at first glance absurd ideas. And having successfully packed a kayak, a four-part light spinning rod, a couple of spools, two boxes of baits and a modest set of essentials into a suitcase, I looked forward to the departure date.
Two weeks of waiting flew by quickly, and here it is the morning when I found myself on the seashore. A light morning breeze beat the waves to the shore, which rustled lazily with sand. The sun, slowly rising from the horizon, where water and sky were combined into a single whole, changed the color of the majestic mountains: at first they were almost black, framed by a scarlet dawn. Then they burst into gold, and only then began to distinguish green pine forests on their slopes and white precipitous limestone rocks.
There were a couple more touches that made the heart beat a little faster, and meet this morning with a pleasant expectation: a collected spinning rod and a kayak launched into the water, which gave a wonderful feeling of freedom!
Quite quickly, finding myself about a hundred meters from the shore, I make the first casts of a sixteen-gram jig. I let him sink to the bottom and start jerking. The expectation is growing, and at the next pause, the cherished bite occurs! Spinning extinguishes the jerks of sea fish, the phrase “If only it does not come down!” Is spinning in my head, and the friction clutch caresses the ear with every pull of the sea predator. Finally, I raise the fish above the water, which turns out to be a lizardhead.
Of course, I gently release it back. Further rinsing of the metal jig does not bring any result, and I decide to change the place of fishing, simultaneously admiring the views around me.
I decide to change tactics, and to fish for some semblance of spaced rigging: two leashes with maraki worm infusion, and as a sinker at the end, a jig weighing ten grams. This installation option was unambiguously liked by the marine inhabitants, who briskly attacked the bait and, despite their small size, showed decent resistance.
Very interesting was the capture on the return to the city beach, where a small rock perch coveted on the jig used as a sinker.
But looking ahead, this fish turned out to be quite common in the waters near Turunc, and found itself in the catch quite often.
It was not always possible to overcome my laziness, and to get up for a morning fishing trip even at dawn. On such days, I calmly rested on the beach until three in the afternoon, and when the southern sun became less sultry, I rowed to some wild beach, and there I combined snorkeling and rock fishing.
Basically, fishing was carried out on a light jig from the shore, and the Ocean Ruler Crazyg head jig for fishing from the bottom proved to be excellent, with a hook upward curved and a plane at the bottom of the weight. This design made it possible to significantly reduce the number of hooks on the rocky bottom.
As for the bites on wild beaches, there were significantly more of them than on the city ones. The species diversity of ichthyofauna was also striking: rock perches, greenfinches, rather large bison and scorpion fish. All this could be caught in about half an hour of fishing.
But the most amazing catch on the beach, for me, was an octopus, which somehow coveted a silicone worm! This trophy will definitely remain in my memory for a long time!
Well, after righteous fishing work and water procedures, it was very cool to sit in the shade of a boulder on the shore, watch the sunbeams break against the ripples and run over the pebbles scattered along the seabed, like a small wave twists clean sand in the surf, and try to capture this moment in your memory.
The city beach, despite less efficiency than fishing from a kayak and on wild beaches, was interesting in its own way: until eight in the morning, until hordes of tourists flooded in, weasels were polished on them quite regularly:
And if you move to the pier and put a heavier jig, for a longer casting distance (it will be nice if the reel is with a larger spool size), you can easily catch such an interesting fish as a lizardhead or a blowfish.
Of course, I took a more powerful and lumber-intensive reel with a strong cord, as well as a box of jigs, in hopes of catching a more or less worthy pelagic, in particular, there was a desire to catch a lure. From the little experience I have in terms of fishing in the Mediterranean, I realized that pelagic fish do not come close to the coastline very often (I mean specimens weighing more than a kilogram). I got one decent bite, and even managed to fight an unknown rival within a minute. The amount of adrenaline in the blood at that moment was off the charts, but, unfortunately, the struggle ended with a retirement, and I never got a chance to see this fish. I have not seen more such bites, despite the attempts being made both from the shore and from the kayak.
Fishing from the pier at night is interesting in its own way: somewhere in the distance live music is playing, overhead is the southern night sky with a scattering of stars. Your hearing and tactile sensation of the spinning rod seem to be sharpened, while your vision in the darkness of the horizon tries to spy out the boundaries of the sea. Definitely, bites are perceived especially brightly at night.
And representatives of the marine ichthyofauna caught at night can be just as bright.
The greatest number of bites, when fishing from the shore at night, occurred on the ejection, but at the same time, the weight of the jig heads was 1.5-2 grams. Naturally, the jig head was not enough for normal casting of its own weight. In this case, the use of a sinking bombard helped out.
I would also like to write a few words about the safety precautions I followed when kayaking on the sea, visiting wild beaches and doing what I love to do – fishing. You should not go far from the shore, even if you are an excellent swimmer and are confident in your floating craft. You should always have a few liters of fresh water in your kayak. Even in the evening at sea it can get pretty hot, along with active physical work, the need for water increases significantly. If possible, you need to keep some distance from the steep cliffs, especially when landing on an unfamiliar coast. A pebble that has torn off a cliff can lead to sad consequences. Of course, you hardly want to take a lifebuoy or a vest with you, but it is desirable to have at least inflated oversleeves at hand. It is important to be attentive to moving vessels and motor boats and to determine their trajectory in advance. Before you start kayaking, it is better to clarify the information if there are any underwater currents on your route. In principle, in the Mediterranean Sea, strong currents can be present only in case of significant waves, or in the straits (you are unlikely to want to storm Gibraltar on oars), but this information must be borne in mind. To a large extent, movement by sea can be impeded by strong winds, while large waves may not form immediately. And it must be remembered that many marine fish have poisonous thorns, and some have skin. Therefore, the presence of lipgrip, forceps for gripping fish and a forceps is highly desirable. I hope I did not overload you with the information above, and with healthy care, rest with a kayak at sea will bring you only positive emotions, as it was in my case.
Travel and do what you love, because this is what makes our life brighter!