I was out on the seawall by 7:00 this morning, ready to greet the sun and hoardes of biting fish. I was in my secret spot over on Snell Isle, which has in the past produced a consistent bite and a few nice catches.
The tide was near high and had some movement, but not enough to push all the surface weeds out of the way. Every other retrieve was marred by seaweed getting tangled in my Rapala's treble hooks. Still, I was hopeful to actually catch one today.
Early on in my expedition, I saw some fish tailing out of the water and cast my lure just past them. Holding my breath for the strike, I twitched the lure through the pod.
Nothing.
I cast again, and again pulled the lure through the pod.
Nothing.
I walked up the seawall to see what fish was vexing me, and came upon a school of 200 or so mullet. Figures. I don't know how that school was affecting the other fish in the area, but I packed up my gear an hour later without a single nibble.
Alas.
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