Monday morning, dug out my underused Penn Powerstix Pro Bass rod, sandspike, bait pump and a minimum of gear and Tina and I set off for the beach (half an hour's walk) for morning low.
Rarely bother pumping bait, not very practised and I'm not great with it, six pumps for every worm and some of those need stitching together.
Nothing for me but saw one caught further up the beach 90 minutes after Low as I was leaving.
Nearly lost myself in the mud! (The walk home wasn't comfortable in wet wellies)
This morning,
we walked back for Low, crossing the sand something caught my eye, a 30cm Bass well high and dry, Tina reckoned its gills were moving a little which seemed very unlikely to me but I took it over to the groyne-end pool and swilled it around and sure enough its gills started going and so I carried it to the waters edge and gave it a chance of life, amazes me the gulls hadn't got to it first and I doubt it got far but it didn't wash back in anyway.
Next thing, marooned in an inch of water in a fast emptying gulley I spot a dogfish so that got a lift too.
Two fish in my hands and I'd not even tackled up yet, surely a good sign
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As the flood started a couple of seals sensed a hand out and parked themselves 150 yards out and the rod nodded as a Dab decided it was safer out of the water and on the beach too.