Building tides and a brace of bass
Spurred on by my recent success, I'd been eagerly waiting for the next set of building tides. The only downside was the forecast south-westerly wind had been replaced by a gentle off shore breeze. Fortunately, the weather forecast had got it wrong. When I arrived at the beach, the wind was actually pushing slightly towards me, which was a very encouraging sign. I made the walk down to my chosen mark and, once again, was delighted to find myself completely alone. A deserted beach and a whole evening ahead of me. From a fishing point of view, things were very quiet to begin with. Right up until around an hour and a half before high tide, I hadn't had a touch. With little happening close in, I decided to cast my rod a bit further out, around twenty yards beyond where I'd been fishing. The rod had barely settled into the rest before it absolutely tore off. Line was pouring from the reel as I grabbed it, and then went into meltdown before I could even engage the spool properly. ...
