Just got back from an afternoon bugging the bass around Frank's tract. My new tactic is to quit hairing around looking for hotspots and to start methodically working along levy walls - taking each piece of structure as it comes but paying particular attention to tulles. This has allowed me to start developing a more relaxed rhythm to my fishing and allows me to focus on improving my delivery.
Anyway, had a great time! Brought 5 fish to hand - all on a "blooped" diver (seems to describe the noise/action better than "popped") Nothing huge except the fun! (Best fish pictured)
Had a couple of heart stoppers when one good fish absolutely exploded on the fly and I felt his solid weight for a brief moment before he departed and another when a large bulge of water appeared behind the fly. Immediately presented to him again but he had obviously sussed my deer hair concoction as a fraud. I swear if I had been wearing a pacemaker the circuits would have blown! I now refer to these as "Hairstacker moments" 'cos Mike's posts capture the excitement of this game so well.
Wind dropped to nothing late afternoon and the air thickened with anticipation as bait fish and insects came alive on the water. Packed in around 6.15 'cos I had a couple of miles back to Beacon Harbour and I haven't yet the confidence to navigate in the dark.
Bass Buggin' - bad for the heart, good for the soul.
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