Wednesday, 2 August 2017
Following my return from the United States Dave and me set out in the river boat in search of mullet but, apart from the loss of a thick lip, higher upstream incidentally, than I'd seen them before, a few roach came into the boat and that was that.
On a subsequent trip, the engine decided not to play ball so had to be removed for a spot of maintenance forcing me to explore some old bank swims later in the day.
The selected spot produced my first ever mullet seventeen years ago and didn't fail today. A brace of fish came to my trotted bread flake reminding me of the tenacity with which these critters fight and providing an entertaining, if a spot muddy, couple of hours fishing.