TODAY I said ‘hello’ to two new fishing companions – Wayne Little and Andy Parker – and we headed to the estuary for a spot of mullet fishing.
These fickle creatures can drive you mad. Even when one does decide to suck in your bread flake you can never be sure that you will land it. A hook-pull on my first fish wasn’t a total shock and then, when I did net one, it jumped out of my hands before I could photograph it, much to the amusement of my friends.
In truth, sport was slow but in the last real heat of the year it was a lovely place to be.
When we finally left the marsh I vowed to return before the mullet left to overwinter in the open sea.
Wayne with a feisty estuary grey mullet.