My second luring trip of the year happened at the end of April. As usual, the usual spot, with the usual lure caught the usual fish. The only unusual thing was that any semblance of a trail had disappeared. Nigel and me had been through this before but this time, the weeds had really grown out and both Nigel and
[Warning: This post may take a while to load.] There were countless sea tales told by many-a-scallywag, tales of seas awash with the golden glow of the setting sun reflecting off an orgy of fish. Expectedly, there was immense anticipation for this trip. Entire companies went on forced leave, old ladies began to report more and more missing jewelry, loved
The catch did not have as high a quality as usual but I attributed this to the spots he brought us. Nevertheless, he still managed to provide a decent catch. One of the guys fighting a fish-turned-snag. Same guy with a different fish. Finally it was my turn: And then another: