Thanks to the indecisive Wexford County Council, the boat hasn't been in Wexford since the beginning of June. She spent 10 days on the dry getting copper coated, and then a month in Greystones Harbour, where we did a lot of faffing about, and not much catching of fish. We had 1 good day on the hounds south of Wicklow head, but apart from that, we hadn't enjoyed good fishing. It was a relief therefore, when we motored down last week and put her back on her mooring, and finally last night we ventured out to fish familiar ground. With only about 2 and a half hours fishing time, the plan was to try a few drifts for the spikey lads, and then go to anchor for an hour or so for the animals. I set the first drift to start well ahead of the hot spot, so we could get our gear down with a bit of time to spare. Straight away I had a rattle on the Black Minnow, a handy little Tub Gurnard. Spikey, but not the type we were after. I shook him off and dropped again, and a few moments later, the rod arched over and I had a bass on. As I got it to the boat, Moody Marlin's rod started to bounce. Double header on the 1st drift. Double header on the 2nd drift too, and I even had enough time to release mine and snatch a 3rd. Moody had one on the 3rd drift, and I had one rip the body of the BM, without finding the hook. We both missed fish on the 4th drift, and when the 5th drift passed without a take we decided to go to anchor. Despite being low on Mackerel, we still managed 4 Tope, 1 nice huss and a clatter of doggies in an hour and half. A real smash and grab session, and a reminder of what I've been missing for the last month and a half.