As my Popper worked its way across the surface, through the weed only a few yards from the shore, swimmers, paddlers and scavenging Gulls, a Bass charged and for a few seconds the clutch on my reel screamed as the fish tore line heading for the moored boats, as quick as it happened it all ended, the line fell slack and my little popper floated to the surface..........
I will be back.....

We had a lovely weed cutting job today, a last minuite tidy up on a local estate in time for the village fate on Saturday.
When we left it looked like a picture postcard.

Tony hooked up....big time...this time last year.....

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