A mate was coming over from the UK and was headed to Sark and Herm on Saturday and Sunday. I opted to join him in Herm.
The day finally came and I had packed my lures, been all organised, bass gear only but he wanted a rod for spare so I had the SM 270, the GR Diablo Special and the HPR 7’7 ST for the slightly lighter stuff.
Opted on waders only to try and keep it a bit lighter. Not that my backpack felt that way with enough lures for us all “just in case”. I later learned that you don’t lose many lures on the marks we fished so will carry a lot less next time!
Met them at the boat and we were off with all the gear and a rough idea (thanks to a mate with a map), oh, but I forgot the map, but I had had a look at it beforehand so had a pretty good idea of mates marks as well as mine.
We got to Herm and the sun came out. Not what the weather man said, sunnies in the van in Guernsey along with my hat…
The tide was running when we got along the coast and it felt rude not to chuck a lure into it…
I got excited, got in the water without waders, socks wet and full of gravel. Got the waders on but as I found later managed to get some grit in them…
Nice bit of flow knee deep, 6 knots or so whipping through but no fish in it for some reason.
We carried on and fish the corner where amazingly there was even more tide. Stupid mental amounts of water ripping through like the amazon river in flood.
No fish there either. Must be something wrong with herm fish, might be that sun which by now I am really starting to feel, lack of sunnies and hat… crystal water, usual excuses. Tons of baitfish but most of it smaller than my LRF lures which were in the van in Guernsey anyway.
We moved along a bit looking for features which turned up as some weed being taken out in a rip. Fished that for a bit, hit a fish!!
Had a couple of other hits which were NOT beakys. Big solid whaps but no hookup.
We moved along again and shoved some other chap out of the way to get on my mark where I was starting to feel a chaffed heel. Had some liquid and some fruit pastilles and away we go again. Tried all sorts waiting for the tide to drop a bit until I could wade to a rock and wang a TM200 into the main tide flow.
Whallop, fish on. Typically a brown bass (aka Pollack).
Went OK in the tide til it gave up and came in dead weight.
Nev had a go on the fly casting into the edge of the tide seam and hit a micro pollack.
The tide edged off a bit and we could access another mark so we went for a wonder, now in pain from chaffed heel but there were fish to be had!! Surely?!
It again looked superb, bait and tide everywhere, terns wheeling and screaming all around us smashing into the water but no sign of fish.
The tide dropped some more, it was nearly in France by now, and we made a move across a gully.
First cast with a home made ring shad in green over pearl, three turns of the handle and kabooooom, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. fish on!!
He used the tide to full advantage and fought like a tiger, never hit the surface once, most unusual, Herm fish obviously don’t know how bass fight.
Just a baby but really did go well.
We were both hit hard several more times but then it all died with no more hits, must have caught the tail end. Must wade deeper to get there next time.
Wondered round some more and took a photo of what we were casting into…
Nev in Herm
You can see the seam of tide behind Nev there. Terns smashing all over the place but it was all small baitfish.
Time went pretty fast actually so we now limped back to the pub, me with no waders, shoes or socks on, which was nice on the sandy paths and not nice on the gravel.
So that was Herm in a quick report, would be better later in the year I think and maybe not quite such a large tide so you don’t need to walk all the way to France to get to the water.