Not exactly the Early Bird

No, this post is nothing to do with the 1965 Norman Wisdom classic, or any kind of bird for that matter.

We took Maggie for a walk along the beach this morning just after 10 o’clock.
It was a beautiful morning, not cold or blowy but we still needed our coats.
We walked to the left along the promenade, then cut down onto the sand when we reached the end of the beach huts.

Maggie was looking hopefully at the gulls and us in turn but we said No so she had to be content with just a trot about. I think she forgave us though.
The tide was out by about 400 yards, and there were people paddling.
I was intrigued as when we got closer we could see they were wearing wellies and actually collecting something, so me being me I decided to go up to one of them and ask what they were doing.

Armed with what looked like a fat bicycle pump and a bucket, I was told he was collecting worms.
It was fascinating to watch him select a worm cast in the sand, put the pump over it, pull the plunger and then reveal a fat lug worm in the sludge he’d dislodged (most of the time). Apparently you have to be quick as they dive straight down, not like earthworms that burrow in the soil.
Lug worms are great bait but they are not something you can keep alive easily as they need a constant circulation of water.
They are also not what I’d call cute.
Anyway, my informative friend said he hoped to catch cod and whiting with his, which were sloshing around in the salt water at the bottom of his bucket.
I thanked him for his time, and we continued along the shore back towards home and another gentleman doing the same thing.
We saw several small flat fish, dab, a small plaice and a flounder, lying dead in the sand gullies having been feasted on by gulls and crows alike.

Maggie thought we weren’t looking and chased a very fat gull that was giving her the eye.
It took off but her tail was doing its helicopter impression during the chase so we could tell she was happy.
Our second new friend wasn’t having as much luck as the first and had only caught about half a dozen. Mind you, they were pretty big!

We’d walked back to the ‘Point’ which was now fully exposed and the water about 20 yards beyond it. It makes you feel rather insignificant when you realise you are walking where the water will be over ten feet deep by the end of the day!
Hubby was reminiscing about digging for worms with his Dad many years ago. He said he had a little fork and his Dad had the big one, none of the bicycle pump kit in those days.
In Poole I can remember my Dad digging for rag worm (ugly buggers!) and like Hubby getting the occasional nip. Maybe that was why I didn’t like the idea of fishing as a child in case the worm turned and bit me!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Not exactly the Early Bird

  1. That’s a lot of work! I’d rather follow Maggie’s lead.

  2. I’ve been fishing my whole life, but I’ve never actually gone out and found my own worms. Of course, we only use earthworms, so they aren’t anything as scary/odd looking as these!

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