Counting stars
I had to go. The thought of last nights missed run was haunting me, so around 9 o'clock I left the house for my mark. Years ago when my Dad taught me the art of bass fishing no one ever fished this spot, but times have changed, so when I turned into the small parking area I was shocked but not surprised to see five cars already parked up. Bugger. Got the gear out of the car and made my short walk to the sea fearing the worst, but as I turned the corner I was surprised and delighted to see no one fishing along the entire stretch. I made my way to my mark, quickly set-up and soon a squid went out into the incoming tide, barely three feet out. I was still in the process of settling in when I received a knock and a determined run, and fish on. The fight was spirted, but short, and I was eager to see how big when I noticed in the gathering dark a strap conger! Definitely not what I was after, but thankfully landed and unhooked easily. At around 2.5 - 3lb, it gave a great impression of ...
