The run had to end

Normal service resumes.

Well, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it?

I headed out just before the storm really started to build and spent four hours fishing one of my favourite ways for bass. Standing up, rod butt resting on my hip, body turned side-on into the wind.

Apart from the tide being a falling neap, everything felt perfect. Unfortunately, the bass didn't seem to agree. Aside from one promising tug and the start of a run that failed to develop, nothing happened.

An hour after high water, I decided enough was enough and made my way home.

The recent run of good sessions was never going to last. Now I'm looking forward to the next set of building tides and, if the weather doesn't get too cold, who knows what might happen.