Some days, though, make up for all the fruitless efforts.
Earlier in the week I had been pruning some trees in the yard and trying to start the lawnmower, when I noticed my watch showed four fish.
My Casio 3768 showing a 'good fishing' rating of 2 out of 4 fish at the time of writing. |
Not a hard decision to make: keep trying to start the lawnmower or jump on the motorbike and go for a fish...
I grabbed my fishing bag and soon arrived at my local river mouth at low tide.
Ever since a shag grabbed my lure a while ago, I've been using that particular lure more than others.
After a few casts, I thought for a moment I'd snagged the bottom, but I then felt a tug on the line.
The fish twisted and swam free near the water's edge after I'd fought it for a couple of minutes. I hate losing a hooked fish.
I was expecting kahawai, if anything, but the fish seemed more agile in its movement than a kahawai.
Continuing casting, letting my lure sink near the bottom, I soon hooked up again just as the lure was almost wound in. A quick fight that ended with me running backwards to drag the fish onto the shore and hopefully avoid losing it again resulted in a fine sea-run trout.