Strange auld nights fishing, big bass early in daylight and hopes raised of having a good session, then it was like pulling teeth for the next few hours, then bang............a manic 1/2 hour.
Started with me getting a bite, fish on...at last...then mark saying...."am I over your line"...err no..."whoa fish on for me aswell" said Mark, then Brian grabbing his rod and stiking into a fish.
3 bass on all at the same time

Great craic.
That had the scores at 1 for me, 1 for Roger, and 2 each for Mark and Brian.
I was desperate to get another, and shortly after I got a huge wallop, struck into the fish but he was charging straight at me, I couldnt get line back on the reel quick enough for a short while, then finally I managed to get some tension on the line, minutes later I lost him, definately a good, good fish, he bent a 3/0 hook out.
Fished on for another 30mins or so, but by now we had lost out to the ebb of the tide and with the weed around there was little point in chasing the water out.
All the bass gave savage bites, rods flying out of tripod job.......great stuff, beats dragging in pin whiting and tiny flats
Lesson learnt though on the hook front, I got the meat hooks ready for the next night.....report to follow shortl.