Now I’m out plugging for Bass quite often, I only live 1.5 miles from the coast so it’s easy for me to get out whenever I like. However my mate Marc lives in south Yorkshire so Bass fishing isn’t something he gets to do that often, so he didn’t need asking twice when offered the chance to land a Yorkshire Bass.
Marc arrived at my house after his 1.5hr drive, moved his gear over to my van and we were off. It wasn’t long before we were at our venue of choice, so waders on, bags/rods packed and off down the cliff we went.
The plan was to fish the last 4hrs of the flood and the first few hours of the ebb. Conditions looked pretty much spot on, crystal clear sea, overcast sky and the wind coming off our backs. Confidence was high! 
For the next 5 hours or so we chucked a range of lures and fished various areas but just couldn’t find the Bass, nothing was showing anywhere so we were left scratching our heads wondering what to do.
We had a welcome snack break to recharge the batteries and be fish the ebb refreshed in hope of a few of those elusive Bass. It wasn’t until 2 hours into the ebb where I connected with my first fish of the session, a nice little pristine schoolie took my Bomber A-Salt near the end of the retrieve. OK not a massive fish but most welcome after 5hrs of nothing, the wee fella was quickly unhooked and returned safely. It was a good confidence booster so Marc had high hopes of finding his first Yorkshire Bass.
First Bass of the day
We were pleased and relieved to of finally found a Bass so fingers crossed we’d find a few of the schoolie’s mates hunting in the same large gulley. 10mins after I had the little schoolie a good Salmon of maybe 12-15lb jumped out over the shallow scarr next the gulley we were fishing, hmm, wonder if we could tempt him with a few lures. We both cast around the area for a few minutes when I felt a hard knock, had I tempted the Salmon? Short answer, no! After a spirited fight a nice 3lb-4lb Bass appeared through the surf.
The bigger of the two Bass
Unhooked, quick photo and back it went to fight another day. We fished for a further few hours but couldn’t find anymore Bass and more disappointing was the fact Marc went home empty handed, he did hook into a fish but lost it. He tried to make himself feel better by claiming it probably wasn’t a Bass but a Billet, bless him for trying though