Firstly, you may be wondering why there are views from around our house rather than the river. Well, I forgot the camera, which was a bad omen to start with.
Sandy and I went down to the pools just downstream from the bridge at Weare Giffard where we heard there were mullet at low tide, and so it proved. We arrived just after 8pm to see mullet cruising the pool. I fed in the liquidised bread and started trotting with flake with no response whatsoever. I wondered if the flow, being so slow, was not right so I then rested the bait in a fixed position on the bottom in stret-pegging style. Nothing happened for a while, then the bait took off so quickly that the line tightened before I could move a muscle. The fish felt the resistance and immediately dropped the bait.
After no further action, I changed to a small feeder and had three more bites, all like lightening and all missed! I think a little distance between me and the fish may prove beneficial next time.
However, although we packed up then, the events of the night took a further turn for the worse. When getting back to the car I couldn't find the keys. I remembered locking the car with the boot open and then shutting it after getting the tackle out. I sumised the keys were still in the boot. It was now dark and we were about 5 miles from home so we started the trek back. It is a good job I travel light as we had to carry the tackle too. After half a mile or so, we met a man walking his dog who invited us in to use his phone to call the AA (I don't own a mobile being a dinosaur). They turned up just after midnight, but our good samaritan provided us with tea and biscuits.
Anyway, the AA couldn't break into the car because of the deadlocks. They said it would have to be jacked up, the muck tray removed and rewired to release the bolts which wasn't really feasible on a mud pull-in up a country lane at midnight. I had a spare key at home but no means to get into the house, so resorted to him taking me home, breaking a window and getting the spare key. he then drove me back to the car so that I could drive it home as it was now about 1am.
The next morning I looked for the keys which weren't in the boot, so we went back and Sandy found them. they had dropped into a cow hoof print and we were oh so lucky as the tide had covered them but she saw a silver glint that was the tip of a key.
Anyway, while we were there, about midday at low tide I tried again. Nothing was showing at all so I switched to a worm and caught a small bass before heading home in disgrace. Definitely one of those days!