When we arrived I saddled him up in his new coat, attached his extendable lead to my wading belt and made my way to the first spot. As we arrived the ducks that had been sitting on the bladderwrack took flight and when we got to where they’d been sitting Buddy had a good ferret around digging down till he hit rock. It looked like it was the first time he been stood on anything like this as he wasn’t sure of it at all. With nothing doing after 15 minutes I took him over to some rocks where he seemed to feel more at home. I walked about 40 yards casting as I went with nothing to show for my efforts. After an initially bright start I could see the weather closing in so decided to sit out the first rain shower under some trees. Not long after, we were back to the car and I opened the door to let the mutt in where he promptly went off on one, probably best described as looking like a demented mop.
Nice enough fish this, probably in much better condition than its freshwater brothers in February. Easy to spot over a broken shell bottom, if you happen to be looking at the end of a retrieve that is.
Dog meet fish- fish meet dog, neither being interested in the slightest before parting company