The beach bites back!
CHESIL BEACH HAS RARELY been kind to me over the years when I’ve targeted cod. A vast expanse of shingle bank located on Dorset’s Jurassic Coast, it stretches from West Bay in Bridport, bending a course all the way to Portland, near Weymouth, some 18 miles further east.
Many of my shore sessions at Chesil have never been particularly memorable or indeed, anything to write home about. In fact, I mostly remember the beach for its sheer defiance in giving up its fish bounty easily. It’s not as though I’ve never put the effort in either. Days spent breaking my back collecting a variety of baits; many hours spent tying far too many rigs and packing almost every bit of kit I own, hoping to cover any eventuality that may crop up have gone unrewarded. Then, if that weren’t enough, there’s the quest of actually lugging the whole lot over energy-sapping shingle before collapsing in a heap, my lungs ready to burst. Add on the
