Counting the 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 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 a bass this one.

Second cast and again another bite, which if I was a betting man I would swear was the same eel, so I reeled in to avoid another capture. During the night I was to receive a lot of attention from the eels, and one in particular felt huge so I was glad I didn't connect. Later I was to hook into a micro bass barely larger than the squid I was using, and that was it.

Stayed on for much longer than I had planned hoping for last nights bass to return, but it never happened sadly. However, it was one of those memorable nights by the sea just laying back in my chair looking up and enjoying the stars and the atmosphere of a wonderful night.