Monday – Most of the day has been spent catching up on paperwork, mainly returning emails and organising guiding days for clients over the next few months, whilst awaiting a delivery of a reel that needs an Anglers Mail User-Report doing on it.
In the afternoon I organised some tackle, hopefully that will be sufficient to tempt a mullet tomorrow, as well as spodding some bait out in a Cemex lake for a future session.

Tuesday – Picking Steve up at 6.30am we headed to the south coast for something completely different, mullet! Steve had stumbled on these the week before and managed to catch one of nearly four pounds and with myself sick of the back-stabbing specimen world needed some diversity. Arriving at low tide we spotted a few mullet straight away and as Steve had taken me I thought it only fair that he had first go and it wasn’t long before he had two chances that were missed. With the fish becoming increasingly spooked it seemed his chance had gone but then from nowhere one nailed his flake offering and headed out into the current seawards. Unfortunately the hook pulled and the shoal disappeared, time to head off upstream. Mullet were spotted all along the river mouth but seemed very cagey, disappearing in the blink of an eye. They seem to like structures and moored boats and looking down off a foot bridge that had to be at least twenty-five feet high we spotted some more. Landing the fish was something we had decided to worry about after one was hooked and soon Steve was bent into another fish that took a piece of crust off the surface. I headed to the shore and after sliding through the mud managed to land a personal best for him, a thick-lip mullet of 4lb 12oz which was returned. More fish were found but none willing to feed and it was many hours later, on high tide that I had my first chance. After trying to tempt one of three big fish that circled my bait endlessly a smaller fish came from nowhere and grabbed my flake. Using a Korum Neoteric float rod and a Preston Grand Match 4.84lb hooklink I was ready to get well and truly beaten up yet although the fish fought hard I wasn’t at any time out of control and finally Steve landed my first ever mullet, not a big one but at 2lb 15oz which certainly felt good. We then waited till 8pm when the tide slowed and allowed us to fish, and back in our original position Steve hooked and landed another one, this time 3lb 12oz before the fish once again drifted away. After leaving home at 5.30am I finally rolled in the door at 11.30pm, one hell of a long day, but a hell of a lot of good fun!

Wednesday – Today I had to write an article on catching barbel on the float as well as getting some photographs to accompany it. This took most of the day, yet in the evening I managed to get back to a lake for a bit of pre-baiting. I dropped in a Kilo of Sonubaits Hemp ‘N’ Corn plus some pellets in the hope that over the next few weeks some big fish will start feeding on it. I don’t know exactly when I will get to fish the lake, maybe a few weeks away but when I do lm expecting something special. 

Thursday – In the morning I found myself sitting with my brother who was fishing for crucian carp at a new venue. Last week he managed around forty with the best going 3lb 5oz and with the rumours of record nudging fish l just had to go and see for myself.
The rest of the day was spent completing some paperwork, however the night eel fishing trip to a new venue had to be cancelled due to my cat being sick, so hopefully I will get a few hours in on Friday somewhere.
 
Friday – The few hours didn’t materialise but after spending the day getting on top of a few overdue jobs I feel far better and ready for some serious fishing again.

Saturday – Checking out a stretch of river in summer, one that you want to fish in the summer is always time well spent as the weed growth shows deep spots and shallow runs. It’s also worth taking a rod a dropping it in likely looking spots as this can give you holding spots, ones that can be rotated at a later date and hopefully a fish such as the big chub that grabbed a halibut pellet dropped under an overhanging tree.