Putting two and two together.

Last month, I drove all the way to Taynish National Nature Reserve on the west coast of Scotland to look for the marsh fritillary butterfly. I didn’t see one sadly, so about two weeks later, I returned with my mate Nick for another attempt. Staying overnight, the first day we wandered around the reservse for hours, but didn’t have any luck. After dinner and a pint or two in the Tayvallich Inn that evening, we did a spot of fishing around the village. As well as a few small corkwing wrasse, we caught a load of black goby. As it started to get dark, and the midgies began to appear, we were about to call it a night when I caught a solitary rock goby. Tired from a long day of driving, walking and fishing we headed back to the campsite to get some well earned sleep. 

My first black goby of 2026. One of many!

Also my first rock goby of the year. One of one!

Both up early in the morning, we turned our attention back to finding a marsh fritillary and formulated a plan. After heading to a couple of spots where they’ve been seen in the past,  that sadly didn’t produce one, our third spot looked much more promising. Walking along close to the rocky shoreline, the sun was out and there were a lot of different butterfly species around. After a while we decided to split up to cover more ground. Nick soon called me to say he had spotted our target species, and I quickly made my way over to where he was. Luckily the butterfly didn’t fly off and was very cooperative as we both took a few photos. 

My first ever marsh fritillary! A very pretty species indeed. Only found in Scotland in south Lochaber, Argyll and the Argyll Islands.

It was still fairly early in the day, so as we walked back to Nick’s van we discussed what we wanted to do for the rest of the day. Opting to head home via a stop to look for more butterflies near Oban, we got lucky when a single dark green fritillary flew by and landed in the dense hillside ferns. After chasing it around for a while, we both eventually got a few photos. 

My first dark green fritillary. Much more widespread than the marsh fritillary, it was still great to tick off yet another Scottish butterfly species. 

Before we left, I spotted a second marsh fritillary. I think the hills around Oban are perhaps the best place to see them. Taynish National Nature Reserve is a lovely spot, but it’s quite a walk from the car park down to the bog where they are usually seen. Anyway, it had been a successful trip. I’d added two new butterfly species and two goby species to my 2026 species counts. 

Tight lines, Scott.

Black and gold.

I visited the west coast last month to see if could get myself onto the pontoons in a large marina. Inspired by a series of Instagram posts from Scandinavia and the east coast of the US, I wanted to see if I could see any juvenile lumpsucker lurking close to the weed growing around the edge of the floating platforms and their ropes and chains. Upon arrival, it soon became obvious that all access was controlled via a single keycard operated security gate, and there were lots of boat owners around, so I ended up aborting my reconnaissance mission before it had even got underway! I decided instead to fish around the edge of the marina for a while. Perhaps in the weed around that I might spot something unusual? The water was crystal clear, but I couldn’t see any fish at all in close and casting out onto the marina’s silty bottom, it quickly became apparent that one species in particular was totally dominant.

After catching one black goby after another for about an hour, I decided it was time for a total change of scenery and target. 

A fairly short drive later, I was soon trying to spot a completely different species. Whilst there was absolutely no possibility of seeing a lumpsucker, there were also no access difficulties either, despite the small body of water being in front of a public building. The long, narrow pond in Greenock I was standing in front of contains goldfish. No doubt one time family pets that had been irresponsibly released. Walking along the edge of it, I soon spotted one slowly working its way through the weeds in the pond. As it reached some lily pads, I lowered a small piece of bread through a gap in them into its path and, after a brief pause, it turned towards it, swam forward and lazily gobbled it up. If only finding and catching a lumpsucker was so straightforward!

Only my second every goldfish from a Scottish venue. 

Popping the fish back, I carried on working my way along the side of the pond, looking for another colourful fish to catch. The weed was pretty dense, but eventually I spotted a second, much bigger goldfish methodically nudging it’s way through it. This one didn’t show any interest in my baked bait, so I decided to try something completely different, an isome worm. Somewhat to my surprise, the fish aggressively attacked the heavily scented lure straight away, darting over and inhaling the entire thing in one go. Striking quickly to set the hook before the fish could reject and eject my artificial worm, I quickly pulled it up through the vegetation and lifted the fish out onto the grass by the side of the pond. 

About the size of my hand, I believe this rather plump goldfish is an example of the shubunkin variety, due to its scattering of beautiful pearlescent scales.

Popping the fish back, I decided to call it a day. I was reasonably confident I’d just caught the nicest looking goldfish in the pond, and besides, people passing by asking me what I was fishing for had become mildly irritating. The photo I took of the first goldfish I caught in Scotland a few years ago wasn’t the best, so I was happy to get some better ones. As far as locating lumpsucker goes, I might need to rethink my marina fishing plans. I’ll either need to seek permission, sneak in behind someone or find a different marina that has less or no accessibility restrictions. With more horrible weather on the way at the end of this week, I might also have left this project a little too late in the year and might have to revisit it next summer instead.

Tight lines, Scott.

The species hunting bug.

I’ve been species hunting for over a decade, setting myself targets, both short and long term, and having lots of fun working towards trying to achieve them. It seems to be a branch of angling that is gaining popularity, whether that be individual anglers doing their own thing like me, or people taking part in species hunting competitions, either with friends or taking part in sponsored events where there are prizes to be won. 

My mate Ryan has caught the species hunting bug this year. For a bit of fun, he’s doing a saltwater species hunt with a few of his mates, and they're now exploring new ways to fish in places they've never fished before, targeting as many different species as they can. 

Earlier this month, after spending a day with him locally during which he added lesser weever, short spined sea scorpion and three spined stickleback to his tally, we drove across the country to Stranraer, to see if we could add a few more species to his tally. I wanted to see if I could catch a new species too while we were there. Inspired by another species hunting friend of mine Mike, I planned to spend some time fishing with tiny sabiki to target juvenile herring, hoping that, like he did last year, I’d perhaps get lucky and catch my first ever sprat in amongst them. To begin with though, we targeted sand goby straight down the harbour wall using small hooks baited with tiny pieces of ragworm. We quickly caught a few of them, another addition to Ryan's 2025 species hunting tally.

This is a sand goby. There are two other closely related species that can be found in the UK, out in deeper water usually. They are the Lozano’s goby and the Norway goby. I’ve been reading up on them recently, trying to get a handle on identification methods for both, but I'm very confident I’ve ever caught either of them. I really enjoy learning about new fish species and building up my knowledge.

After initially catching dozens of them from the cleaner areas on the bottom, we started moving around, dropping our rigs closer to some structure. This produced some small wrasse and two additional goby species, but Ryan had already caught all the species we caught earlier in the year.

Fishing close to rocky patches produced a few fairly large black goby,…

…and the odd rock goby too. 

At this point in the session, we got a slight surprise when we turned around to discover we had been joined by a third fisherman, who had decided to get rather close to us. A rather friendly juvenile European shag had landed nearby and had slowly made its way over to where we were fishing. I've been doing a spot of birdwatching this year, so I took a break from fishing to take a few pictures of the bird.

Even efficient predators appreciate a free meal!

Shifting my attention back to fishing, I then switched over to a slightly heavier setup and a set of sabiki. Casting them around in different directions and working them back towards me to try to locate any herring shoals, I didn't get that many bites initially, but eventually I did manage to catch a couple of juvenile herring. They're not a species I particularly enjoy catching if I'm honest, as they don't react well to being handled, their scales being very delicate and coming off very easily. I quickly did the necessary checks to confirm that they were indeed herring and put them back. Ryan hadn't caught a herring this year, so I let him use my sabiki rod for a while, but he didn't manage to catch one, so we decided to move to a second spot. 

We were unsure if the area we wanted to get to would be accessible, but after a quick drive and a short walk, we discovered the long man-made structure was and started fishing from it. Ryan dropped tiny pieces of ragworm down the side to begin with, whilst I focused on catching a sprat again. I managed to catch another couple of juvenile herring, and as Ryan wasn't having much luck down the side, he had a go at slowly jigging the sabiki again. After a bit of patience, he eventually got a couple of juvenile herring, his first of the year.

Then as we were chatting, Ryan spotted a strange fish and pointed it out to me. I realised almost straight away that it was a pipefish! It was quite small and was swimming around slowly in an upright position just underneath the surface of the water. Sadly, it didn't hang around for long before disappearing out of sight. That's the first time I've seen a pipefish in the UK. There are six species of them found here, and I'd love to catch any of them. Next month I plan to go hunting for them!

Before we left, we moved along to the end of the pier and tried our luck there. My sabiki didn't produce anything, so I switched back to fishing down the side again. In amongst lots of black goby, rock goby and goldsinny wrasse both of us pulled out a few small pouting.    

Yet another addition to both our species tallies for this year.

It had been quite an enjoyable day trip to Stranraer and worth the long drive to get there. We'd caught some interesting species, made a feathered friend and seen a pipefish! Next month Ryan and I are hoping to head down south to fish Dorset, Devon and Cornwall. If we go, I'm confident we can both catch some new additions to this year's tally, and I might hopefully catch a new species too!

A week or so later, I met up with another convert to species hunting, welsh angler Ben Price. For years Ben was a specimen angler, targeting large fish around the Pembrokeshire coast, where he lives. A few years ago, he decided to give species hunting a go, and it's safe to say he's now addicted! A reader of this blog, he was so inspired by some of my posts about the fishing around Scotland that last year he decided to visit and had a very successful trip. Some of the fish he caught up here helped him to win the Angling Trust's 24/25 Elite Species Hunt with an incredible total of seventy six species! 

Spending a week up in Scotland again, after spending several days on his own up in the highlands, where he added butterfish, coalfish, cod, flapper skate, sea trout, tadpole fish, and two spotted goby to his tally for the 25/26 competition, he headed down to Edinburgh. It was good to meet up with Ben again, and the two of us spent a couple of days fishing around Edinburgh and East Lothian, trying to catch reticulated dragonet, short spined sea scorpion, topknot, viviparous blenny and Yarrell's blenny.

One of the venues we fished was St Abbs Harbour. Ben was blown away with the place and we caught quite a few fish. Whilst fishing with tiny hooks trying to catch a reticulated dragonet, we caught quite a lot of small flatfish.  

St Abbs Harbour has a health population of tiny plaice in it.

In amongst all the juvenile plaice and flounder, I also caught this tiny dab.

After catching several long spined sea scorpion, Ben caught a short spined sea scorpion, which was one of his target species. He then spotted a small group of dragonet in close, and we both managed to catch quite a few of them. Carefully inspecting each one, they all sadly turned out to be common dragonet. Still, this was a first time capture for me on the east coast of Scotland. Whilst targeting them, I also caught a painted goby, also a first time capture for me on the east coast of Scotland.

My painted goby with its distinctive dorsal fin markings and pale saddles.

Casting out into the middle of the harbour again, we caught a few more tiny flatfish, and then I caught another dragonet. This one turned out to be the one Ben was after, a reticulated dragonet. Sadly, like a lot of fish in the area, it was riddled with black spot disease. Its eyes in particular were badly scarred because of this.

My second Scottish reticulated dragonet. Not the most photogenic example of the species.

I was hopeful that Ben would catch one too, but after a while we threw in the towel and turned our attention to the area where I caught a topknot earlier this year. We both knew that it was a long shot and predictably, even if there was one down there, the resident wrasse had other ideas, our ragworm didn't stay down there very long before being munched by one.

A nice male corkwing wrasse. One of several wrasse we caught.

Soon it was time to head back up the road to Edinburgh, Ben had one last late evening session targeting viviparous blenny before making the drive back down to Wales the following morning. Next week I'm heading down to Pembrokeshire to meet up with him again. He's going to hopefully help me catch my first grey triggerfish in the UK, something I'm really looking forward to!

On Saturday morning, I received a message from Ryan, telling me that his mate had caught a striped red mullet. A few hours later, I received a message from Ben, telling me that someone in Scotland had caught a juvenile lumpsucker. Inspired by these captures, on Monday, I headed down to where the striped red mullet had been caught. Having caught the species a few times in the past in both the Mediterranean and also from Swanage Pier in Dorset, I'd love to add one to my Scottish species tally. Collecting some live prawns on my way to the venue, I found a tiny fish in my net with the prawns after scooping them out of a rockpool.

The tiniest corkwing wrasse I've ever seen!

Armed with my bucket of live bait, I had a pretty slow session fishing two rods and only caught a few dab and whiting. Unsurprisingly, no striped red mullet were around or if they were, they weren't tempted by the prawns. I think perhaps they'll be more partial to a nice worm bait, which is what Ryan's mate caught his on, so I'll be baiting up with them during future attempts.

I might be a dab hand at this species hunting lark, but sometimes persistence and luck are what's required!

So, I'm well aware that catching a striped red mullet in Scotland is a real long shot, but as I know about two that have been caught this year fairly locally and also that two were caught last year as well, they're clearly around, so I'm going to keep trying to catch one throughout September. Anyway, I just can't help myself. It's obvious that I too still have the species hunting bug, and I don't think there's a cure!

Tight lines, Scott.

Even more species hunting adventures on Gran Canaria: Part 4.

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.

Along with a small mackerel I had caught the previos day, but didn't bother to photograph, these were easily the least interesting species of the trip, but both were additions to our tally, so were most welcome.

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...

1. Atlantic Lizardfish
2. Azores Chromis
3. Bastard Grunt
4. Black Goby
5. Blacktail Comber
6. Bluefish
7. Bogue
8. Bright Glasseye
9. Butterfly Winged Comber
10. Canary Damsel
11. Cardinalfish
12. Cleaver Wrasse/Pearly Razorfish
13. Comber
14. Common Smoothhound
15. Common Two Banded Seabream
16. Convict Cichlid
17. Diamond Lizardfish
18. Flathead Mullet
19. Golden Grey Mullet
20. Greater Weever
21. Guinean Puffer
22. Hairy Blenny
23. Island grouper
24. Ornate Wrasse
25. Macaronesian Sharpnose Puffer
26. Mackerel
27. Madeira Goby
28. Madeira Rockfish
29. Molly Miller
30. Moroccan White Seabream
31. Mozambique Tilapia
32. Parrotfish
33. Planehead Filefish
34. Red Lip Blenny
35. Rockpool Blenny
36. Striped Seabream
37. Thick Lipped Mullet
38. Wide Eyed Flounder

Ed also caught...

39. Derbio
40. Bermuda Sea Chub

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.

Look what’s been caught!

Since getting back from the Canary Islands last month, I’ve not been out fishing that often. One evening session locally with my mate Ryan only produced two fish. Tough going and a reminder of why I don’t fish much here at this time of year. Receiving photos of yet another topknot and also a reticulated dragonet that had been caught by anglers I know in Greenock, inspired me to travel through a couple of times to try my luck. I’ve caught both these species before, but not in Scotland. Fishing over the spot where the reticulated dragonet was caught for a few hours at the start of the first session, produced a single black goby and over a dozen sand goby. 

This black goby was my first fish of the two sesssions. 

Twitching my tiny bait along the bottom, I caught loads of sand goby. 

Turning my attention to targeting topknot as high water approached for the last couple of hours of the first session, I wasn’t overly surprised when I caught a few small wrasse from down in amongst the gaps in the rocks I was dropping my rig into. 

Goldsinny wrasse are plentiful all along the rocky edges of the venue. Over the summer months, they become a bit of a nuisance. 

Corkwing wrasse are also present in great numbers. 

For my second visit, my mate Ryan decided to join me. I spent the entire session targeting a topknot down in the rocks, whilst Ryan fished a bigger bait at the edge of them, hoping to catch his first ever tadpole fish, another species the venue is known to produce. A brisk easterly wind made it a fairly cold day and to make matters worse the fish weren’t really in the mood. A few wrasse were caught between the two of us, and towards the end of the session, I caught a solitary Yarrell’s blenny. 

Yarrell’s blenny are a strange fish. I love catching them. 

Their head in particular is quite odd. I think it looks a little too small for their body!

So, the hunt for my first Scottish topknot will have to continue. Quite a few have been caught there now, so I’m fairly confident that I’ll get one eventually. A Scottish reticulated dragonet would also be most welcome, although I think that may require a massive slice of luck. Also falling into this category are streaked gurnard, lumpsucker and small-headed clingfish, three other species that have also been caught around Greenock that I’ve never caught before. So, I dare say I’ll be fishing there quite a lot this year. 

Tight lines, Scott.

More species hunting adventures on Gran Canaria & Fuerteventura: Part 5.

On the morning of our final day, we headed back to Playa de la Guirra, where I hunted for blennies and gobies around some rocks exposed at low tide. Gordon fished over the sand further out and caught a few wide eyed flounder. As well as catching a few pale black goby, my first of the trip, I also caught a few small rockpool blenny a tiny blenny that looked a little different. Popping one of the black goby and the tiny blenny into my photo tanks, I took a few photos of both.

Black goby caught over sand often have a much paler colouration. 

I haven’t been able to positively identify this juvenile blenny as of yet. 

After one last quick, but unsuccessful stop at the pond at the back of the Elba Sara Resort, to try and catch some golden grey mullet or flathead mullet, we drove all the way north to Corallejo, where we fished from the rocks at the back of the harbour’s ferry terminal. 

Plenty of deep water out in front of us and a nice view too, with Isla de Lobos to the east and Lanzarote off further in the distance. 

Casting out away from the rocks, it quickly became apparent that there was a large ravenous population of Guinean puffer present. They did their best to amuse us, but frankly by that point in the trip, we were sick of the sight of them. 

I've seen this party trick far too many times. It’s not even mildly amusing any more. Well, maybe just slightly amusing!

After catching literally dozens of Guinean puffers and the odd Canary damselfish, we then decided to cast a little shorter, trying to target the area at the base of the rocks in the hope that there would be a few more species there. From there I caught my first common two banded seabream of the trip and a wide eyed flounder. Gordon somehow managed to catch a crab! I think as he wound in his rig he must have let it rest on a rock near the surface and the crab had grabbed it. 

Usually I catch a few of these during a trip, but this ended up being the only common two banded seabream I caught on this one. Gordon had caught one earlier in the trip.

You don't need to be on the beach to catch a wide eyed flounder!

These normally scurry off when you get close, so you don't normally get this good a photo opportunity! I held this one down and quickly took a load of photos as I pulled my hand away!

As we continued to target the area closer in, Gordon eventually caught the first axillary seabream of the trip, and shortly afterwards, I caught one too. The inside of their mouth is bright pink, making them easily distinguishable from other seabream species. Really, the only other seabream that I think they could be mistaken for is the common pandora. Personally, I don't think they look similar at all, the common pandora had lots of bright blue spots over its body!

Also known as Spanish seabream. Species number forty four! One to go!

I then switched to dropping down into gaps in the boulders directly in front of me. Hoping to pull out a hairy blenny, the first fish out was an ornate wrasse and I thought it might be difficult to get through those if there were lots down there. I needn't have worried though, my next drop produced what I was after, and we'd hit our new improved target!

 A female hairy blenny. Species number forty five! Bonus mission accomplished!

Heading back to the car, we jokingly said that we'd try to catch another five species so we'd end up on fifty. Our next stop was the small, sheltered harbour of El Cotillo over on the north west coast, a spot that produced both sharpsnout seabream and zebra seabream the last time I was on the island. Unfortunately, upon arrival we found it was full up heavily coloured water containing tons of suspended weed, making it virtually unfishable. We briefly tried fishing from some rocks to the south of the harbour, but with a residual swell running as a result of strong winds that had been blowing the previous few days, and also the sea floor being very snaggy, we quickly decided to head back to Corallejo, so we could fish from the rocks behind the ferry terminal again. On the drive there however, I took the wrong turn at a split in the road, and we ended up headed south away from Corallejo. We could have carried on and turned around at the next junction, but it was quite far down the road, so instead we decided just to drive back to Caleta de Fuste and fish from the rocks there. Driving through the town to reach the rocky shore, we passed some cool fishy graffiti, stopping briefly, so I could take some photos of it.

The dusky grouper was my favourite. We'd both caught them during the trip.

Followed closely by this molly miller. Identifiable by the rows of cirri on the nape. A blenny species neither of us had caught.

After a short walk, we arrived at our final fishing spot of the trip, a fairly flat rock platform, with very deep water out in front of it. I knew that both Couch's seabream and blacktail comber were potential catches, so we fished two hook flapper rigs baited up with chunks of raw prawn, and cast out as far as we could. We were planning on having a nice meal in the evening, and with an early flight home the following day, we agreed to fish until the sun set. This gave us about two hours to fish.

I'd never fished this spot before and it was very deep out in front of us.

After a while, we hadn't caught anything unusual, just lots of damselfish, pufferfish and the odd ornate wrasse. I tried fishing with a metal jig for a while, but this only produced a solitary diamond lizardfish. Switching back to fishing on the bottom with bait, we were almost out of raw prawn chunks, when I caught a bogue, so we dispatched it and began using small strips of that, once the raw prawn had gone. This produced a lot less bites, but when mine did eventually get taken by something, it was a very aggressive take and my rod had a cracking bend in it, so I knew straight away it was something decent. After a decent scrap a nice Couch's seabream came to the surface, and after a bit of thrashing around, I nervously hoisted it up the rock face.

This small diamond lizardfish was a nice change to the damselfish, pufferfish and ornate wrasse.

This Couch's seabream, also known as a red porgy, was much more welcome! Gordon caught a couple of smaller specimens soon after I returned this one. A nice species for us both to catch during our final session of the trip! Species number forty six!

We fished on until the fish bait had all been used up. Most was just stripped from our hooks, leaving just the skin behind, and we didn't catch anything else of note. In the evening, we went out for an amazing steak dinner and a few beers. It had been a fantastic trip, and we'd both had a really enjoyable time. We'd caught a lot of fish and an impressive forty six different species between the two of us. I'd caught forty on my own, including five new ones!

Here's a list of the species I caught, with the new ones in bold...

1. Atlantic Lizardfish
2. Axillary Seabream
3. Azores Chromis
4. Bastard Grunt
5. Bermuda Sea Chub
6. Black Goby
7. Bogue
8. Butterfly Winged Comber
9. Canary Damselfish
10. Cardinalfish
11. Comber
12. Common Two Banded Seabream
13. Couch’s Seabream
14. Derbio
15. Diamond Lizardfish
16. Dusky Grouper
17. Gilthead Seabream
18. Greater Weever
19. Guinean Puffer
20. Hairy Blenny
21. Island Grouper
22. Macaranesian Sharpnose Puffer
23. Madeira Goby
24. Madeira Rockfish
25. Madeiran Sardinella
26. Moroccan White Seabream
27. Monkey Blenny
28. Mozambique Tilapia
29. Ornate Wrasse
30. Common Pandora
31. Parrotfish
32. Planehead Filefish
33. Redlip Blenny
34. Rockpool Blenny
35. Saddled Seabream
36. Sailfin Molly
37. Salema
38. Striped Seabream
39. Thick Lipped Mullet
40. Wide Eyed Flounder

Gordon also caught the following species that I did not...

41. Annular Seabream
42. Balao Halfbeak
43. Black Scorpionfish
44. Black Seabream
45. Goldblotch Grouper
46. Red Banded Seabream

This was my seventh trip to the Canary Islands, so it's safe to say I like it down there! I'd like to return at some point in the not too distant future, to have another go at catching a glasseye, and I'd probably take some heavy tackle next time as well, so I could to do some shore fishing for shark species too. The idea of visiting the three main islands of La Palma, La Gomera and El Hierro, that I've never been to, is also appealing, so I dare say I've not visited the Canary Islands for the last time!

Tight lines, Scott.