Was I in for a rout?
I pulled up as the dark slowly stepped aside to make way for the day, and made my way along the shingle to my spot for the morning. The small tide still had two hours or so to reach its highest point as I gently lobbed a freelined mackerel into the tidal creases made by the incoming tide. I sat back holding the rod and admired the conditions. Smooth calm with a rolling mist coming off the sea with a hint of winter chill in the air. The mackerel was moving nicely in the tide slowly ending up by my feet. Second cast landed with a gentle plop, and as I was gently tightening the line to the bait a bass picked it up and slowly ran out to sea. The delight of fishing during half light is you can see the braid cut through the water and point the rod towards the run. Several moments passed and I engaged the spool and again watched the line grow drawstring tight, bass on. The fight was lovely to watch in the distance but was short lived as I soon landed a schoolie of around 1.5lbs maybe 2lb. Qui...
