I headed along the track to near the far end of this mark and what was left of our merry group got down to what we call geriatric rock as it gives the not so mobile angler room to get to the fish. I made my way along the shore picking a nice flat rock with the wind on my left shoulder and looking across a nice bay full of rocks with sand patches you know the ones as their are the same bassie looking spots in everyones home patch.
The 2011 bass season was about to begin the big choice what lure to go for my mind was made up very quick and out came the feed shallow, on it went and that magic sound the click that comes from the feed shallow when you swing it behind your back to launch it to the waiting bass.It felt like i was standing on the starting line of a race and the gun sounded to let us launch our lures to open our account for 2011.
I worked my lure and covered all the bay following the clock around and then going back around anti clockwise to make sure i missed no bass that might have had his head down and was not looking to the sky to see my lure going by.This continued for a few hours and their was no fish showing moving along the shore and covering the places were i had caught bass in years gone by .And no mather what lure i tryed i just could not get my bass account opened the phone was bring in the same news from the other lads then i got a text to say it was time to move to plan b the estuary were we might get a fish of some sort to pull on the line in the plan B box their was crab lug and razor and some sea trout lures .
So back to the car lunch had and a short drive to the place i have had a lot of bass in the past on bait and lure with the odd trout for to keep you inserted.Most opted for the bait but i held out hope of that first lure bass, but i wanted , i needed to catch something for my day.Bait out lure in i wanted a fish we flogged it for the rest of the day but no mather what we tried the gods were not opening the season for us and at 6.00pm we decided to call it a day and head to the only place we were going to get fish that day PJ's diner in Oil gate on the way home to Dublin fish less but all ready making plans for the next Irish bumble looking at tides and dates and making plans while eating out fish supper,stop the press all was not lost and the other lads saved the day with a sea trout them Wicklow lads can smell them out .Great stuff lads even though we did not meet we shared a great day together in search of billy bass .
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