With only a few days left before we enter into March I had to get on with it.
The evening before my trip saw me get out the coarse match gear and make sure everything was still functional. I then began the chore of blending frozen bread in the smoothie maker. I went at it like a madman and it finally gave up the ghost in a puff of smoke
I had enough so I didn't really care and I don't think I ever made a smoothie with the bloody thing anyway!When I arrived the swans where waiting for me! They can be a pain but if they are over annoying you for bread it often means someone has been feeding them which means they have been feeding the mullet too!
My trick was to dye the bread to make it harder for the swans to see it on the bottom and it seemed to work?!
The mullet were soon on the scene and quite happy taking bread on the surface. There where some good fish too, bigger than I expected. I could see the white hookbait and waited for it to disappear. It did, but only briefly, as the tip plucked forward and fell back- tense times! I retrieved quietly and put on a fresh bait gently tightening up to the weight of the splitshot. Seconds passed,the tip quivered slightly and then round and round it went!!! Raising the rod it curved right over and began cushioning the first of several runs. I couldn't stop smiling.
In the net- job done!
The easterly wind starting picking up as I released the fish and the grey ghosts, living up to their name, had vanished. I didn't see another one. I slowly packed the gear away and headed off happy looking forward to the next time.
