A Penn Affinity long cast 8000 set the tills ringing. What a machine!
When tomorrow comes
Herein lie the lessons for today. You have to go a lot for the good days to even
get close to the bad ones.
If anything, bites were better then as fish came up in the water to take the bait
and then dived back to the bottom.
The three hundred and one pound eel
And think I did. That was a bite I thought.
Much ado about nothing
Should I have gone for distance, or smaller baits?
...wallowing around on the edge of a muddy Bristol channel mark.
Why on earth??
... it was my first undulate ray that upset the apple cart.
Waiting for ever
It was so quiet, so peaceful. No traffic noise, just a plaintive curlew calling occasionally....
Can crabs really pull the tip down three or four inches?
School of hard knocks
What’s this flapping across the gravel towards me?
A study in brown
....and lifted my prize from the mud.
Expensive may be better, but not quite as wet is still wet in my book.
Bloody Miserable Weather
..today it was going to be thornbacks, conger or bust,
Cast it out, wind it in, strip off the weed, re-bait and repeat.
A landscape at low tide of vast sandbanks and deep channels.
Closer to lunch
It is all a matter of knowing just where the last few rocks are.
....because the crabs beat the fish to the bait all the time?
...no time for coffee, the same rod was off again.
...the right hand rod straightened spectacularly.
A hideous great head appeared out of the weed.
They fought hard, were great fun and all came to the one bass rod.
Isle of dogs
No record- breakers then, but great sport all the same in an unrivalled setting.