The sea was building but instead of ducking it I moved on to the open coast in search of a fish. I made my first cast and waited to see how bad the weed was before getting the other rod set up. The first cast came back clean, this was a fluke. When I got next rig back below me with the associated weed it was really hard to control as the waves swept it up the gully to my right. I’ve had worse fights off a Tope. It was horrendous.
Between building myself a seaweed shelter and thinking of happy summer evenings I took this little video clip
I stomached that for about an hour and then ran for some cover and somewhere that was easy to fish. It’s not a great spot but at least it was fishable. I carried on for a little while till the change of light and into darkness.
What a day, a sore one to bow out with for my 2013 Bass season. This time last year I was in Ireland. June 2014 and my next crack at a Bass now seems a long long way away.