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after a dissapointing day down the docks yesterday with only one mullet caught and god knows how many missed bites i was determined not to let the fish get the better of me.so i dragged myself out of bed at 4am again got down there first light.the water level was right down and bites were few and far between.i did my usual and went round all the marks looking for a substantial shoal of fish,which i did 4 hours later with bites coming thick and fast.20 or 30 bites later and me cursing the rubber lipped freaks i hooked one.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz stripped most of the line off my reel so i tried to slow it down and it spat the hook **** i fished for a bit longer but i must have spooked them as the bites all stopped so i headed home hanging my head in shame.at least the weather was good with the dock as calm as a mill pond
now most people would accept this as just a bad days fishing but no not me i was twitching.so 5o,clock im back down there this time with the mrs and daughter,both no strangers to fishing.we got our bait in the water and the fish were there waiting for us,bites were constant,ranging from delicate lift bites to banging the floats right under,i couldnt believe the bites we missed and never heared such language come from two women.the mrs was first to fold refusing to cast out again saying theyre impossible to hook.moments later im in zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 50 yrd run,i couldnt stop it,even on 8lb sensor,a very powerful fish,snagged me and spat the hook again.but instead of throwing my rod in the dock i carried on and half hour later managed to land one about 2lb,small but i was glad to see one in the net.
all in all a bit of a mission for one fish but i enjoyed every moment.

