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Slow roll to Sichon.

I forgot about the risky part of driving around by bike, the rain. Since having Amo, I really hadn’t gone through the drenchings like I had with Sasha. I still carry my rain gear with the exception of the most excellent rubber boots. As I am on the fishing trail, I sniffed out a couple of fishing villages just north of Nakhon which are also some stellar off the tourist trail beaches. The ride should have only taken a couple of hours being around 80 kms. The first 70 kilometers were really quick and I was right on schedule, but then the rains came and the last ten took an extra hour and a half. Before, the rains would come and go so hiding out under one of the many convenient rest stops was not such a hassle and made the need of suiting up unnecessary. These rains were becoming more monsoonish as i headed north so I just said screw it and made a run for it during a small lull. My usual freedom of cruising around a place until i found the optimum sleeping arrangements turned into a quick dash for whatever was handy when the bucket loads started falling. I ended up shacking up in a run down but being fixed up drive-in love hotel where each bungalow featured its own drive way and semi garage. I was actually fairly happy having my own little parking pad and even spent a hour cleaning and sweeping it out of a buildup of trash. Kinds of reminds me of Roseville, California where I had a condo that had a real garage with automatic garage door. I used to make my fast food runs in my boxers only as the Tahoe I was driving was high enough where people couldn’t see inside and I could drive right back in when I got home.

Hold your horses now, I know everybody is clammoring for the fishing report, but a little about the town first. It is a small fishing town not village as it does have a 7-11 and 1.5 main roads. The fishing port is fairly modern and set up for larger size fishing vessels. There were quite a few beach resorts targetting Thai tourists but were the usual probably pretty nice in their hey day but not quite up to modern standards and a bit tired. A good place to hide out if you want the beach without the farang bodies.

Okay, fishing. It looked promising when I found the rock jetty that I saw using Google Earth (now that has to be somewhat different, designing your route via a satellite shot). It was your standard double rock jetty protecting a river inlet used by the fishing boats. I was very optomistic when my first walk down the surprisingly long jetty brought a large baitball of some sort of white bait, a few schools of large mullet picking their way along the edge and at the far end a little eddy where a couple hundred little finger mullet were playing tag around the rocks shore.

During my scouting time there was nobody fishing so I wasn’t able to gauge how much fishing pressure there was at this new spot. When I came back with my equipment in the afternoon there were a few groups spotted around and after sunset a few more hardcore guys came out. They were all still using the fish candy shrimp so I knew they were not targeting anything large. I picked up the requisite bag of dead shrimp as well as it seems to be the rule although I was planning on catching some bait with the sabiki rigs that I had and float fishing livies. Well, it all turned out to be a bust as that solitary bait ball I had seen before never showed up and mullet don’t bite a hook and the small ones were too fast to snag. I resorted to the old shrimp and line and caught a few new species although I would have been happier with something I could of put back on the hook.

Nice views, a good jetty, but with a sandy bottom and no top water action, I was becoming doubtful of anything big.

Mr. Flounder.

These little guys I thought were pretty neat but then they became a pest when I discovered that the sea floor must be covered with them. They are some sort of parasitic sea worm. Anything dead on the sea floor gets devoured quickly. As you can see these guys not only devoured my bait they also ingested the whole hook. The hooks I am using are fairly large so they are very aggressive. The fine hairs are also like a porcupine and come off in your finger. They leave little painful slivers kind of like the Atuna (cactus fruit in Peru).I learned how bad they are at my next stop when I was throwing out full squid and getting back two fat worms in its place in about five minutes. That is when I decided to screw the dead bait bottom fishing and to concentrate solely on live bait large fish.


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