Poking about in the cave this week produced some old fishing magazines dating back to 1978.
Coarse Angler, Coarse Fisherman, Rod Hutchinson catalogues from the early 80s and plenty of classic fishing books too.
John Bailey's Travels With A Two Piece, Reflections From The Water's Edge and several others before he started doing generic old crap just for da money.
This week on the tidal river has been perhaps the most productive of the year. The mullet and bass are about in big numbers and are feeding well too.
I've fished in between jobs much of the time, just an hour or two at a time. On the flip side, although the sessions have been short I've fished almost every day and caught well each time.
Yesterday was interesting. I went to a mark further down river and thought I'd try the last two hours of the ebb. Despite trying several different lures I failed to get a take in the ten minutes or so that I tried.
On went a ragworm on the light spinning rod and almost immediately the rod whacked over and bass number one was on its way to the shore.
It was a big tide and went down a very long way leaving just a few inches of water in the channel, but the bass kept coming.
On one occasion I was holding the rod when the fish hit the bait with such ferocity that the clutch was screaming before I'd struck.
On the "last cast" over proper slack water I had a weird, slow bite, before pulling in to the fish but ended up hooked on the bottom. Then ( cliche alert ) the bottom started moving. A flash of mottled brown as the fish came to life and shot off down river. What the hell was it ?
It revealed itself....a thornback ray of 5lb or so. First one I've caught this far up the river and in ridiculously shallow water, certainly no more than eighteen inches maximum.
I packed up after that, seven decent bass and the ray in less than two hours on light gear is a decent result in anyone's book I reckon.
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