Having been off this week I managed to get ahead of the game on the home front and decided to head south to D&G with only a fly rod. It’s been a very long time since I caught a Bass on the fly, I thought I was doing well with my casting earlier this year when I was targeting Sea Trout, today I was truly pish. It’s one thing pinging lures 40/50/60 yards, the world becomes very small place with a fly rod, if you don’t know this you should try it. Seemed to me like turning up to Turnburry with only a putter for a round. I had to re-wire my head. That's been needing done for decades anyway. Such are the thoughts of a mainly lure angler with a flee rod in his hand.
Any fish would be a bonus and as the tide rose I thought I saw a fish chase my clouser up the rocks on a breaking wave.
Video still images are never great but I got what I needed for today. My GoPro is now dead. Submersion in a bag of rice cured it for a wee while but it gave up the ghost today.
A couple of Bass and a handful of Pollack isn't the worst way to spend a Friday afternoon on a most rotten of neap tides.
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