Lots of short smash and grab sessions this week.
Several good quality bass, some off the top and a few sub surface. These fish are in tip top condition right now.
Yesterday, I had a beautiful fish on the popper in the morning and also had several hits that missed the lure.
With that in mind I went back this morning to try and catch a few more. As usual, I took a lure rod and fly rod.
If I see feeding mullet I always go for them, as they're a bit less predictable and more difficult than the bass, so you need to have a go whenever the opportunity arises.
Today, several fish were milling about in an ultra shallow bay, but not enough for a concerted effort. I had a break and looked a hundred yards downstream to the mud pit of doom.
This is an area of extremely soft, algae covered mud that the mullet absolutely love. It is extremely difficult to stand, let alone walk in, but needs must.
There were some very big fish patrolling a foot or so out, fins and backs out. The cast was good and I didn't have to wait long before the indicator slid away and a fish was on.
I went move to the waters edge and managed to leave one of my wellies in the mud. My sock and one trouser leg were immediately covered in sloppy estuary mud, all the way up to the knee.
The fish thrashed madly, right on the edge of the mud, beaching itself ( this happens alot ). I went to grab it, it saw me coming ( yes, really ) and managed to get back in the water, speeding out towards the far bank. It looked massive, I was thinking upper five, maybe six pounds.
Despite the chaos, I eventually netted it, to great relief. Covered in mud, wet, but very happy.
It went 4lb 12oz, but looked much bigger to me, a real corker.
I went home after that, even I'm not daft enough to fish with one boot on.
A mad hour, lots of fun and a quality fish.
I'm definitely having another go tomorrow, some of those mullet were huge.
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