Fishing from a Kayak has been a tradition in my family for as long as I can remember. Every summer my father would come home with as much Bass and Mackerel as we could eat, and the excitement of catching my first “real” Fish will stay with me forever I was seven or eight years old and sat in the back of my Dads ancient home built, canvas and wood PBK (Percy Blandford Kayak).
The cold salty spray ran down my face as we paddled our fragile boat dangerously close to the jagged rocks of the South Gower Coast. The heavy “Whump” of the swell pushing into a deep water gully reverberated in the still morning air, as I held my hand line tightly to my chest in anticipation of a bite. Somewhere, trailing behind us through the dark water, a shiny brass Toby spinner went about its business.