Beautiful morning, clear and bright, no wind, best I head to Yarmouth again for some bass at the outfall and outer harbour. I have a morning free, no point going for hounds until later and I may have some company for that. It’s hot though, already. I’ll wear shorts. I go up and root around under the bed in the drawer and dig out my neoprene ones, unused since last year, slip them, on, grab a bag of lures and my spinning gear and off I jolly well trot!
Half an hout later and I’m there then down to the water’s edge. I’ve parked for free, for 24 hours, five metres from a paid car park and two metres from the paid stretch of the road. The car park is half full, the paid stretch is full for a long way and very few are on my bit; someone asks me about it, how much to park here and I tell him to stay this side of the sign. He thanks me and I wander over the dunes to the water.
Lovely and clear, ever such a slight wind ripple, this should be spot on. Out goes an Jointed Minnow and some feathers with a wedge as I head off to the features.
Nothing on the outfall, cast tobies and trolled lures ignored. I head for the harbour wall, through the gulls.
I try a good dozen lures, different shapes and patterns and colours. I run them short, long, shallow, deep. Nothing. Not a sniff. I pass up and down two or three times and decide it’s not going to happen. I even go small to no avail, having seen the food floating on the surface.
I try the outfall again, casting and trolling. Nothing. I run the pipeline. Nothing. I circle it, nothing. I drift and cast. Nothing. It’s a barren wasteland. The only sign of life are the pair of Natalie Imbruglia look-a-likes in skimpy beachwear photographing each other posing on the beach rather too far away (and remember that I’m an old man with no knowledge of what she looks like these days so I’m basing it on her heyday of Aussie soaps twenty years ago). I guess the fish are watching them too instead of feeding. I carry on fishing.
No. I’ve had enough of this. Waste of time. Besides, Dav is on the phone and has just finished quoting for a job and is close enough to go hounding. I’m two blanks in a row under my belt but this will be fun. I arrange to meet him at mine for a quick cuppa while I collect bait and rods…
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