Who: Me and the da
Tide: incoming
Weather: Overcast
Wind: What ever direction brings in weed
Bait: Lug Mac
Rig: One up one down
Result: B L A N K
Report
Headed down to Fethard pier just to wet a line, hoping to pick up a small flattie or two. Nothing. Feathered for a bit just in case there might be a stray early mack. Nothing.
Headed up the coast to the beach about a mile from the mouth of Bannow. Currents, and weed. Pulled my rod off the tripod, which fell down and eventually broke. Gonna have to get myself an Ian Golds rod rest. Wind was blowing strong from the south, I learned my lesson, Clumps of weed, the sh*t was everywhere. I reeled in my rod which had a dead weight on it which turned out to be a f#$&ing massive pile of weed that had completely eaten up my rig.
No fish.
Me da's new rod snapped while packing the stuff back into the car, he just bought it this morning.
Went home grumpy, a nice warm dinner was a welcome sight.