Friday, 14 August 2015

Where The Sea Meets The Sky

A dawn session on the river. A calm, humid, misty morning, the silence broken only by the distant calls of oystercatchers and redshanks.
First chuck right on low water and the ragworm was hammered within a few seconds and a furious bass crashed and splashed through the weed before hitting the shore less than a minute after casting out.
The action lasted for an hour, resulting in three decent bass and a surprise wrasse. What a great spot this is.

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8 comments:

  1. Bureboyblog14 August 2015 at 12:07

    Wrasse my arse from there...

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  2. Bureboyblog14 August 2015 at 22:22

    There will be cliffs and grockles in the background.

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  3. Bureboyblog14 August 2015 at 22:23

    There will be cliffs and grockles in the background.

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  4. Bureboyblog14 August 2015 at 22:23

    There will be cliffs and grockles in the background.

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  5. The Two Terriers15 August 2015 at 04:46

    Now, now, calm down. I do like a bit of fog. ATB, John

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  6. The Essex Scribbler15 August 2015 at 10:14

    I do too John. It's a weird place out there in the mist. I love it.

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