On our penultimate day on Gran Canaria, we headed back to Puerto de Mogan in the morning, so that Ed could have another go at catching a flathead mullet. I focused my efforts on a few goby that I spotted on the sandy bottom of the channel. They eagerly munched small pieces of dried ragworm and all turned out to be black goby.
Sadly, neither of us caught any flathead mullet. There were just too many thick lipped mullet and golden grey mullet around. We did enjoy an hour or so of good sport before they became very wary and pretty much stopped feeding.
We caught some decent sized golden grey mullet. |
Jumping back in the car, we drove east to nearby Taurito. There we fished from the rocks at the western end of Playa del Diablito. Clambering around the boulders, there was already a local angler float fishing when we got to the spot, and he caught a nice parrotfish whilst we got set up just along from him.
Older locals usually employ float tactics for seabream and parrotfish. |
Ed fished on the bottom with bait to begin with, whilst I fished a metal and then a small plug up near the surface in an attempt to catch a garfish. The ground we were fishing over was not very deep and was littered with large boulders. Ed lost a few rigs as a result, but did manage to catch a few ornate wrasse and Canary damselfish. I had a few bumps on my lures, but after a while decided to switch from a faster horizontal retrieve, to jigging a metal closer to the bottom. This eventually paid off when a nice island grouper came out from it's ambush point and grabbed my jig.
Not massive but good sport on my ultralight setup. |
I then switched to a paddletail lure rigged on a 3g cheburashka weight. Bouncing this through the boulders, I was hoping to tempt a dusky grouper, but instead it was an agressive ornate wrasse that decided to attack the small fish imitation!
Sometimes, fish strike to defend their territory. |
Ed had switched over to fishing with a metal jig, so I decided to try fishing with bait on the bottom. After losing a few rigs and nothing showing an interest in Ed's efforts however, we decided to head around the rocks towards the beach to try and find a cleaner area to fish over.
Out past a flat rock ledge in front of these boulders was a clean sandy area. |
I was hoping to catch a seabream here, perhaps a pandora or a Couch's. After a while, I had an aggressive take and the fish tore off. Lifting into it, my rod was nodding away, and I was confident that I had hooked some kind of seabream because it definitely felt like one. Applying some pressure as it came towards the ledge in front of us to get it up over it though, the fish came off. It had bent out my fine wire hook. Removing this and snelling on a much stronger chinu pattern, I rebaited with a chunk of prawn and recast out to the same area. Shortly afterwards, another fish took my bait and charged off. This time it felt different and swam from side to side, making long runs. When a small shark came to the surface, we were both quite surprised, but Ed quickly got the net ready and the fish was soon drawn over it.
My first shark from the shore on my trusty Rock Rover. |
With it's very dark grey/brown colouration, I'm reasonably confident this is my first ever common smoothhound, making it my third new species of the trip. Mission accomplished! They are by far the most common species of houndshark found around Gran Canaria, so the likelihood of this being a spotless starry smoothhound is very low.
We fished on for a while, but didn't catch anything else for a while, so we decided to head to our next spot. The tide was out when we reached the Faro de Maspalomas, and seeing a few exposed shallow rockpools, we set about seeing what mini species were in them.
The exposed rocky shorline near Faro de Maspalomas. |
Who lives in a house like this? |
To begin with, quite predictably, the only two species we encountered were rockpool blenny and Madeira goby. They can be found in most intertidal pools in large numbers. After a while however, I spotted a different blenny slowly moving around in between the rocks. Dropping my tanago hook baited with a tiny piece of dried ragworm into the gap between three touching rocks, I felt a bite, struck, and hooked the culprit. Swinging it up into my hand and examining it, I was sure I had caught a Molly Miller. Popping it into some water once I had taken an initial photo confirmed it was indeed one. It didn't take Ed long to catch one as well, yet another new species for him.
The Molly Miller blenny. If you know where it's name comes from, let me know! |
It's punk like row of short hair-like appendages is a key identifying feature that is only visible when the fish is submerged. |
By this point it was early evening, and we decided to have one last attempt at locating and catching bright glasseye. The wind direction remained the same, but the speed had dropped a bit. I was unsure if the conditions would be suitable, but much to our delight, when we arrived at the venue and had a look around, it looked almost perfect. The water was clear and there was virtually no disturbance on the surface. Climbing down the rocks as light began to fade, it took a little while before I spotted one of our targets, emerging slowly from the rocks. A large red adult specimen, sluggishly moving around, it showed no interest in any bait I lowered in front of it. After being frustrated by the fish's complete disinterest for a while, I left it to search for others. As it got darker, more, much smaller specimens, began to appear! They were silver with red markings. Seeing a few of them, I had a good feeling that we'd eventually catch one, even if we had to fish for hours! Eventually they'd switch into feeding mode, or we'd figure out what presentation they'd be unable to resist. Returning to where I'd seen the larger fish, I switched to a straight lure on a 0.9g jighead and dropped it down the back of a submerged rock.
A Thirty 34 Four 1.8" Octpus lure on an EcoGear Aji Chon jighead. I fish predominatly with bait these days, but I love this killer combo. |
Twitching it a couple of times, I felt a sudden thump and lifting into it, all hell broke loose. I'd hooked the large red adult fish. I managed to bully it up over the rock, but it headed off towards some ropes. Whilst trying to stop it, I called over to Ed to bring the net, but then disaster struck! The fish thrashed violently and managed to throw the hook! I was gutted. Had I blown my chance?
We carried on, patiently fishing away. Locating the fish using our headtorches and casting our lures towards them. As it got darker, the fish got more and more active. Once it was really dark, they suddenly started moving around with much more purpose. Casting my presentation near a group of four juveniles, they began slashing at it, and eventually I'd hooked my second bright glasseye of the night. Much smaller than the first, it was very quickly wound in and swung up into my waiting hand.
My first bright glasseye! What an awesome little fish! |
By this point, Ed had moved around the venue, so I popped the fish into a bucket of water. When he came back around to where I was, I told him I'd caught one, and showed him the fish. Having seen it, he was even more determined to catch one himself. I gave him a jighead and lure and showed him where I'd caught mine. It took him a little while, but he also caught one, which was later followed by a second, and then later on, just before we left he also lost a third much larger specimen that took a white paddletail lure. It had been a great way to end a very good day's fishing. We'd reached thirty nine species between us with the capture of the bright glasseye, and only needed one more to reach our trip target.
We had to be back at the airport to fly home by 16:30 the following day, so we formulated a plan for our last day of fishing that evening when we got back to the apartment. Doing most of our packing that night, we got up early the following morning, loaded everything into the hire car, and drove to Puerto de Mogan again for one last short session to see if Ed could catch his first flathead mullet. Sadly, he didn’t catch one, but a walk to the end of the rocks at the end of the channel, and a coordinated effort between the two of us, did produce Ed's first redlip blenny. Happy enough that he had caught yet another new species, we returned to the car and drove north, up through the mountains, until we reached Sardina.
The mountainous interior of Gran Canaria with the colourfulrock formations of Fuente de los Azulejos off in the distance. |
Arriving in Sardina the conditions around the pier looked much better than our first visit, so we grabbed our gear and headed down. Armed with a few loaves of bread and a couple of tins of sardines in oil, I made up a bucket of groundbait and we began spooning it in.
Much better conditions than our first visit! |
I had hoped this would draw in some saddled seabream, white trevally or
Madeiran sardinella, so we could catch one on freelined bread flake. Any one of these three species would have taken us to forty species
for the trip, our target for the week. Very few fish appeared however, so we had to change
tactics. Switching to fishing on the bottom with tiny pieces of prawns, our attempt to catch a monkey blenny had predictable results, with lots of ornate wrasse and Canary damselfish instead making up the bulk of the catches. I did pull out a nice parrotfish that was a welcome capture, but not the fortieth species we were after.
I caught quite a few parrotfish throughout the trip. |
Tired of catching the usual suspects from the rocks close in, I had a couple of casts out onto a sandy area further out from the pier. This proved to be a great decision when I hooked a fish and wound it in to discover it was a cleaver wrasse. Mission accomplished! Seeing the bizzare fish, Ed really wanted one too, and casting out to the same spot he quickly caught a couple of the colourful fish himself.
It had been a while since I last caught a cleaver wrasse, so it was nice to catch one again. |
Also known as the pearly razorfish, the markings on them are beautiful! |
Soon it was time to pack up and drive to the airport, but before we left Ed caught his first Guinean puffer of the trip. I've no idea how he managed to avoid catching them up until that point! I'd caught dozens of the pests! Just before we left, he also caught a nice striped seabream from the same sandy area the cleaver wrasse had been coming from. It was a nice fish to end the trip on.
The last fish of the trip was Ed's striped seabream. We'd both caught much smaller specimens from the channel in Puerto de Mogan earlier in the week. |
So, another species hunting trip to the Canary Islands had come to an end. The fishing had been a bit of a mixed bag, but despite the conditions limiting our choice of venues, we had achieved all of our pre trip goals. I'd caught four new species and Ed had caught eighteen species for the first time too. We'd managed to catch exactly forty species between the two of us, with Ed catching two that I did not. He’d caught twenty eight species in total. Here's a summary of what I caught with the new species in bold...
- Atlantic Lizardfish
- Azores Damselfish
- Bastard Grunt
- Black Goby
- Blacktail Comber
- Bluefish
- Bogue
- Bright Glasseye
- Butterfly Winged Comber
- Canary Damsel
- Cardinalfish
- Cleaver Wrasse/Pearly Razorfish
- Comber
- Common Smoothhound
- Common Two Banded Seabream
- Convict Cichlid
- Diamond Lizardfish
- Flathead Mullet
- Golden Grey Mullet
- Greater Weever
- Guinean Puffer
- Hairy Blenny
- Island grouper
- Ornate Wrasse
- Macaronesian Sharpnose Puffer
- Mackerel
- Madeira Goby
- Madeira Rockfish
- Molly Miller
- Moroccan White Seabream
- Mozambique Tilapia
- Parrotfish
- Planehead Filefish
- Red Lip Blenny
- Rockpool Blenny
- Striped Seabream
- Thick Lipped Mullet
- Wide Eyed Flounder
- Derbio
- Bermuda Sea Chub
Ed also caught...
It was nice to fish with Ed and get to know him a bit better. We've been in touch with each other for years, but this was only the second time we've fished together. I'm sure it won't be our last foriegn species hunting adventure I've enjoyed two fishing trips in the last two months, but it won't be long until I'll be heading off abroad again. Later this month, I'm off to somewhere new, the Italian Island of Sardinia. Lillian is coming with me, and we're going with my mate Lee. I'm not sure what we'll be fishing for, and the fishing will be limited, but I'm really looking forward to wetting a line in the sun yet again!
Tight lines, Scott.