Oh all right then. It wasn't over, not by a long way.
With the weather so mild I sacked off work and spent the last two days walking and fishing, determined to milk every last drop out of the season.
Seven more mullet landed and a couple lost, what a fantastic way to finish.
One fish bolted off like lightening and after a brief but exciting fight I beached it on the mud and ran ( well, waddled really ) down to grab it
I positioned myself the river side of the fish to prevent it flipping back in the water. The mullet had other ideas and jumped between my ankles into the water and sped off.
The dropper fly caught in my lace and the fish disappeared with a loud crack as the line parted. Yet another farce on the mud, there's been plenty this year, I bloody love it.
Heavy rain and then much colder weather forecast so the mullet and bass gear has been broken down, hosed and might even get a clean.
I thought it was over... it is now ( sorry, had to do it )
Hooks always find laces
ReplyDeleteBit of an inconvenient time for it to happen!
DeleteYou need some of those snow shoes, looks challenging conditions. Looks like you've got those mullet figured, nice one
DeleteChallenging is one word you could use Mick.
DeleteTail on that mullet! No wonder they go like the clappers.
ReplyDeleteYes, proper paddle isn't it.
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