Tuesday 1 September 2015


First day of September produced a bass of 2lb ish and a hat full of mushrooms.
I lost touch with bass over the weekend and ended up kicking myself, as a dawn session that I'd pencilled in as a cracking tide, with low water co inciding with dawn "didn't happen", due to me not getting out of bed.
The Whittler went and had three decent bass in an hour.


  1. Now there's a meal. They've disappeared here despite perfect conditions. John

  2. Its the first time Ive seen any this year John. Feel obliged to pick them whenever I see them.