Day 1
The fishing area in relation to Dakhla.There is a lot of security along the journey. You would need a proper off road vehicle with a compressor to deflate/inflate tyres to get here to the coast.
I met Ali and and a
young Moroccan angler at the airport at 1.30am After arriving at the
camp at 3.30am Ali wakes us up at 8.30am. Having slept like a log
after the journey we have breakfast, a fried egg, warm bread , olive
oil dip ,freshly ground coffee and some fruit.

Over breakfast it
appears the fishing hasn't been good. Simone has been here for 4
days, this his last. He's had 3 small Leerfish and an African
Pompano. Having noticed Ali's FB had some recycled images from last
year and some new Corvina images it kind of backs up what I had been
thinking about the form at the minute. Simone seems a decent angler,
he advises using jigs 30-60g. Ali provides some words of wisdom, the
first of two pieces of advice, longer leader. I tie on a longer
leader. We drive 200 yards from the tent in Ali's Pajero. We're on a
steep gradient sand beach with large Mullet leaping 4/5 feet in the
air in the morning sun, looking good. We separate and start fishing I
vary things using jigs and chisel nose lures and try a Roberts
Ranger. Ali gets a brief hook up when I'm watching him but it comes
loose. He seems to be throwing a 120g weight with a treble( serious
distances)
One of the local lures with a new hook from my kit
This is wound at speed across the surface creating a
bubble stream. Not that he shows me this but I take hold of it and
have a look at what's going on. The hooks are blunt. Simone, he's not
had a touch. I can see he's probably a wealthy Moroccan, he's
throwing lures with a Tenryu Ventura. It also explains why he's not
recommending 4oz lures as this is way over his rod rating. We move
along the beach and try a few spots. We see two whales hammering some
fish just offshore and some camels. I get a hook up from a following Leerfish but it
comes adrift. I try various lures but there isn't much around for any
of us. After some lunch at the camp Ali points to the sun, Liche are
here but they wont eat.
We agree to bait fish for Corvina using a
large cuttlefish Simone found on the beach. It would be a budgies
paradise here, the whole beach is littered in cuttle bones. I'm
offered a worn 15ft rod but Ali doesn't have a reel?At a push I can
use my main reel but it wasn't ideal. After a 20 min drive we arrive
at stunning surf beach, the descent is sketchy.
I go down last
avoiding the possibility of being hit by loose boulders in the sand.
We fish for about 3 hours, Ali gets two bites and he lands a bream.
The 200ft high cliff behind us held some fossils.In this case what looked like oysters
The
3 rod and line commercial anglers with 13 rods do a little better 300
yards along the beach... We head back to the camp for an early
dinner.
Simone, me and Ali.It looks like he's turned to Catholicism in an attempt to get us on "la liche"
The food Abass turned out every night was varied, healthy and top notch.
We fish the spot in front of the tent till dusk without a
touch. Ali is taking Simone to the airport tonight. I clarify he's
coming back tonight( twice) Also, the time we start at in the
morning. He tells me 5am I clarify this. He also mentions the spot in
front of the the tent, he seems to like this. He says something about
10am pointing to the beach. The pace of today had been fast, covering
the ground we've all been trying hard.
Day 2
The wind has really got
up during the night and also changed direction from being marginally
offshore to being onshore at about 1 o'clock on the dial. It's 5am
and with dawn 2 hours away it's pitch black. The stars horizon to
horizon are incredible, wow! No sign of the jeep, no answer from any
of the other tents at the camp? I cant say I'm best pleased at having
been left alone. I go back to bed and set my alarm for 6.30am just in
case I drop right off again, which I do. At 7am I hit the beach at
prime time. I get a hook up from something on a 90g spoon, given how
it behaves I surmise it's large ray, foul hooked, but it comes off.
I see Abass, the cook, waving at me. It's 8.30am, not sure where he
arrived from?
My gaff on the left, Ali's on the right the toilet at the back
I have breakfast and Abass joins me on the beach. He's
using a 3m Hart pro spin rated to 120g which he's using this
effectively despite this being broken and repaired at the butt
section. It looked like it had been snapped when being pushed in to
the sand. I ask him for one of his lures and I change the hooks,
he's still getting +40/50 yards on me. I've realised that my rod is
too fast and I cant compress it enough, potentially a problem. This
proved to be case as the wind grew stronger and directly onshore as
the day went on. By 12.45pm I'm pissed off and hit the tent and read
my book. I ask Abass where Ali is, he shrugs his shoulders. The guide
arrives at 1.30pm and has a laugh as I've dozed off in the tent. I
cant say I'm laughing. I think about what needs to be said and tell
him in French, 5 hours, one spot, not OK. Where have you been? I can
see he gets the message and we head off along the beach to the same
spot we were yesterday. Ali gets out the car and walks off with no
chat. I do likewise. We fish for an hour and don't get a touch. We
have dinner and funnily enough, we end up back at the same spot after
dinner. Blowing a hooli, directly onshore. Ali drives off after 10
mins and Abass and I walk our way 1.5km back along the beach, casting
as we go. I realise I have problems with Ali. In the tent I explain I
have issues with my rod and get my point across using the word
parabolic and some drawing in the sand. Ali doesn't have another rod,
doesn't offer me his. He adds ,that he has no problem doing this all
day in these conditions. I think about saying good for fucking you
mate, but it would get lost in translation. I think he gets the
message but isn't bothered. We talk about perseverance and reward. I
get this. The reality is 4 anglers off and on the beach plus some
others fishing for two days, I'm yet to see a much evidence of a
Leerfish. How many spots for Leerfish do you have? Ali replies, 5
and then points to the 3 spots on the beach we've fished. I got to
bed extremely pissed off. Ali does not possess a B game and I think I've clocked it.

Ali's beach, the camp you can see as black dot just above the first map point on the bottom left.This was where most of the fishing was done.There is a tidal race at the 1km mark, you can see a trace of this on the sea in this image. Many "gross liche" from this area it would seem. I fished this as I walked past it from the 1.5km mark on the way home. Ali was nowhere to be seen. There was another fishing camp at the 2.5km mark before the cliffs. Apparently these guys weren't very good...
Day 3
We had agreed 7.30am.
No sign of Ali. I'm on the beach at dawn , arguably the best time of
day on any beach , anywhere in the world. I fish alone except for a
pack of wild dogs that look like dingos, 30mins without a touch and
got back up for breakfast. Ali and Abass are around. I have a few
cups of freshly ground black coffee with two sugars before asking
Ali for the game plan. We head back to spot in front of the tent yet
again. Abass gets a hook up and it comes off. I know that his and
Ali's hooks are brutally blunt, hours of being dragged up the sand
at the end of a cast. Ali said he had a hook up, zzzzzz, gone. Change
your hooks then! Sharpen your hooks! He must have said zzzzz gone, at
least twice a day. Frankly I wasn't in the mood for listening. I
explained to him that if I didn't see a fish getting caught or catch
one that I was off.
It looked to me like Ali had now fished for 8
days straight and had run out of steam. That I can appreciate but I
hadn't travelled to another continent to fish a 300 yards stretch of
beach with little or no evidence of fish on it for three days.
I had
a walk along past the area I normally fished and found a net in the
gutter at low tide- fantastic! We then took a run along the beach to the
usual spot returning fish-less we stopped to speak to a few anglers
camped in the sand dunes. Being the weekend the beach was busy, lots
of rods but nobody fishing which I found odd. After a couple of
minutes Ali returned with two Mullet and a large Cuttlefish. We had a
chat, he stopped the jeep and came around to my side of the car,
within seconds of putting his hand to the sand he came up with an old
gill net buried in it Those guys, 5 Liche in the net. The lack of
activity from the rods started to make sense.
Ali gets the message as
I shake my head. He drives past the end of the beach, seriously off
road to an old Spanish lighthouse on a cliff. Finally, a change of
venue. We fish for 5/10 mins Ali, says if they are here you know
about it quickly. This was a glimpse of what a guide should be doing
but it was all too quickly over as we were back on the beach in front
of the tent within 30 mins. Ali gives me a 90g weight style lure. Half
way through day 3 and that's only the second time he's shown any
interest in what I'm doing. Again, I'm told "La Liche "are there but
not eating. I ask him if they're on a diet which is of course lost on
him. I ask about what our options are.
We head off to his top spot
for Corvina after some discussion as we both seem to have given up on
La Liche. As we get ready he still hasn't got a reel for me. We head
off on 40 min drive and I work out we are not going to the beach we
tried before.
Mauritania and the berm lay about 250km away
As we leave the main road Ali deflates the tyres on the
jeep and we do some serious off road driving.
I think if I had put as many casts here with the lures I had I would have hooked and landed a snake, scorpion or maybe camel.
I recognise the beach
from his videos but my heart sinks. I know before we start my kit
wont deal with this. It's a surf beach, dropping tide over bright
green boulders and 10/15ft breakers about 200 yards out. I watch in
disbelief as Ali, rigs up with waders, surf jacket and boots. He ties
me a rig and as I wade out, I know its probably the last time I'll
see it as I cast it out.
Ali in the surf . The water was OK but when I came out I was pretty cold in the wind. On the drive down to what should have been a pristine beach I could really appreciate what a problem the world has with plastic. The volume of litter was incredible.
Sure enough after 30 minutes my rig is gone and
what I have is about 50 yards of worn 30 pound braid. Ali saw how I
was dressed when we left camp, shorts, inappropriate footwear and the
wrong equipment. The thing is, I had breathable waders and boots in the
tent. He knew this as I told him I brought them. He says he can cast
a rod out for me. I decline. I phone my wife and ask her to look at a hotel for
me. I've had enough of him. Not much gets said over dinner.
The main tent
The sun sinks into the sea, followed by my confidence in Ali and a good few £
I tell
him I'm thinking of leaving, he seems surprised. We agree to have a
push for a result the next morning and agree 7.30 am. I'm up on time,
no Ali.
I have breakfast with Abass then hit the beach. I come back
up fish-less at 9 am. Ali says “good morning” and I return the
greeting. La Liche? I reply no. I take a seat in the tent for a
break for 10 minutes. Ali walks past me to the spot in front of the
tent without saying a word. I almost lose the plot and decide it's time to go. At that point I get my wife to book a
hotel as I don't have an internet connection. Ali arrives a the tent
and puts his head through the door, La Liche, zzzzzz gone! I reply,
aye, like me mate ,gone! I've packed my kit. He drives me to a hotel 70 km
away. Not much is said on the drive.The longest 70 km both of us have probably driven.
If you like windsurfing
and find yourself near Dakhla I would use Ali for a day or two, if
the fish are there, in numbers and can run the gauntlet, you might just catch
them. I just find it hard to believe that given the coastline
available he had no other options.
A rod 3 m-3.30m would be ideal. I
used a 3m Hart Shore Power Evo 2, in hindsight, the blank is super
fast, very stiff. It was too much work to compress this rod in that
wind on an ongoing basis cast after cast. I was throwing lures mainly 40g-3oz and up
to 4oz.
Abass and Ali with a similar diameter braid and rod length but different rod action were out casting me by a mile. They
had better technique. That said, I had enough distance, they didn't land a fish either.
Having watched enough videos of fish caught on this beach, extreme
distances are not always required given the tackle I've noted being used. Distance is always good but if the fish are not on the beach it wont matter a lot. The virtually non existent release policy must also have
played its part over a period of time. The fact that Ali appears to be looking for a new camp tells another story. Considering the relatively sparse population in the area the fishing pressure seemed very high. It is indeed their country and they need to eat, every corner on the coast had a tent, every tent had rods. In extreme places with no roads and no water people were fishing. I've no idea where they came from , got there or for that matter survived but they certainly seemed to manage.
Rod - Hart Shore Power Evo 2 40-120g 3m
Reel -Diawa BG4500
Braid- Sufix 832 30 pound BS
Lures- various, Roberts Ranger 2 1/4 oz, Wake Seriola 3 oz, Wake Lichia 2 oz, various jigs, SG Surfwalker
It was on to another destination for the next three days. I didn't fish at all on my first day as I was totally fed up with the whole escapade. It took me 20 mins of guiding myself to land my first fish early AM on the next morning and another 30 mins to catch my first Leerfish, tiny in comparison to my target size but the target just the same. I'll put a post up about that just shortly.