Places to fish 

Inch - (Not the famous one) 

(Courtesy of Billy the Bass)

If you were a sea angler, you would have heard of Inch. World famous for bass, you would picture in your minds eye,  a storm beach with even tables of surf crashing into never ending golden sands. Your imagination might also run to clutches of semi naked girls basking in warm summer sun.  

FORGET IT its not that Inch. That’s not to say that my Inch doesn’t have its own attractions it dose and it’s the reason I am a sea angler.  

Location.

Take the Youghal road from Cork, through the Middleton by pass. When you reach the round about turn right, for Whitegate. Travel through the small village of Saleen, up the hill and take the next left. It is signposted ,and if your flying a tactical     A-Wac with all the computerized awareness that the human race can devise switched on, you will still miss it. Take the next right and second left. This road will take you to Inch.

Why the hell am I here.                                                                     

I suspect you are trying to steal my bass. And for that reason alone I shall not tell you much.   

Where to fish.

Inch is a small beach, a miniature of the Inch in Kerry. A dozen or so anglers would fill it, I prefer the left hand side by the boulders. That’s all you get.

TIME AND TIDE.                                                                             

Inch is a storm beach, shallow in its nature but vicious rip tides tare along its length. Over the years I have noticed that the bass sweep in and around, once or maybe twice a tide. I try to fish from low to full to be in with a good chance.

Tips.

If there is an off shore wind, travel to Guileen. Drink yourselves into a stupor, and try and beat me at pool. Basic tackle is sold in the bar.

P.S.                                                            

I first fished Inch along with Jerry Hurley over twenty years ago. With no one to advise us, and being new to the sport it was tough. After over a year I caught my first bass.WOW!I was hooked, for a lad from north London more used to fishing in ponds and gravel pits it was a revelation. With crappy gear, in all kinds of weather. Soaked to the bone or with the sun on our backs on a summer morning, it was the stuff of dreams.