After an uncomfortable night in the car we hit the flats at first light and conditions were perfect. Unfortunately, the fishing was excruciatingly slow, and it wasn't until the sun crept over the horizon:
That I had my first hit:
Not particularly impressive, but a fish is a fish right? Just as I was releasing him I heard a shout from Alex and up popped this beauty:
A really nice bream in the high 30s - ripper. We persisted in this area but after a couple of missed hits and one solid hook-up that pulled the hooks, the fish went quiet. I persisted with the vibe and after what felt like my thousandth cast, I finally had a hit:
No monster, but a healthy little bream around the 30cm mark. Unfortunately the bites had become few and far between, and over the next couple of hours all I managed to land was another nice bream in the mid 30s:
The cold seemed to have shut down the fish and we reluctantly made the call for last cast. And amazingly, I came up solid:
This guy was somewhere in the low 60s and put on quite the show on 6lb - not a bad way to finish the trip. I tell ya what, lucky Marlo is beautiful, otherwise I might feel pretty stupid for driving 800km for a handful of fish ha.
Cheers!
