We may be well in to autumn but the bass and mullet are still in the river in reasonable numbers. And feeding too.
Bully visited the other day and had a nice brace of bass of just short of three and four pounds. He was a happy man.
I took Speci Boy to try and catch his first bass yesterday. I'd a few ragworm left, the tide looked good and the weather decent.
A seven foot drop shot rod with a fifteen quid Aldi reel was set up with a three swan link leger.
"Cast it out to the middle and let the tide bounce it round" said I.
Literally ten seconds after casting out he was into his first bass ever, a very feisty fish of just over the pound in immaculate condition.
I spotted a few mullet in feeding mode so crept along the bank, watched for a few minutes, cast to the fly to them and five minutes later the indicator slid away, the rod hooped over and you know the rest. A cracking fish of maybe three pounds.
Speci Boy had four more bass before we packed up.
As an aside, I was, as The Chubmeister says, "sheeped out". Tracked down, followed, etc.
Bloke I know turns up out of nowhere at the "secret spot" and says he spotted my van and knew I'd be somewhere about. He disappeared for half hour and came back with his rods.
Lots of farting about in the fishing shed this week. The "lure art" looks quite magnificent and I'm expecting to be offered a exhibition in a trendy part of London along side Damian Hirst and Tracy Emin.
My mission is to try and catch a mullet on the fly in November. I'll be trying later today.
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