Do you ever have those sessions when loads goes wrong and you just know you're fishing like a tit?

You do don’t you, or is it just me? Yesterday morning was just about the most perfect example of a quick session when most things went wrong for me, and I just knew that I was fishing like a complete tit into the bargain. Almost nothing felt right if that makes sense. A part of me wanted to scream at my ineptitude, but the other more logical side was in fact celebrating getting all the crap stuff out of the way before I head over to Ireland on Sunday morning……

So I picked Mark up at 4am yesterday morning - with flat calm conditions we had decided to fish a bit of current and time it with an early start. It was thick fog out on the roads and I am having to take it pretty easy. Halfway there and we see a “Road Closed” sign, so I take the detour and the fog’s even worse on this road. Aside from nearly running into a deer, it was no real bother, and in pretty quick time we are parking up and walking out to our chosen spot. I put my camera rucksack down, clip a white senko on, and give it a few chucks with a nice slow retrieve - and about my fifth cast I go and get a beauty of a wind-knot with some braid that has never given me one single second of hassle. Just about a perfect start!!

There isn’t a hope in hell of picking this wind-knot out, so I go back to my bag, dig out my glasses (getting older eh?) and some leader, and set about cutting back to the wind knot and tying a new leader on. No worries with the leader knot, but when I tie on my lure clip, the fluoro goes and breaks on this knot. I had forgotten that this happened to me the other day as well, and as with getting a wind knot in some braid that I had never had any problems with, this particular fluoro has performed impeccably for me for a while now - it’s a new spool this year and I wonder if it’s possible to simply get a dodgy one? Let’s just say that by now Mark can without doubt hear the odd expletive wafting gently through the fog from my general direction.

I pull a spool of 15lb Amnesia out of my bag and tie on a new leader, which then promptly breaks when I go to tighten it up, and by now I am looking up to the sky to see if somebody up there is looking down and laughing at me. I tie another leader knot which holds fine this time, and by some miracle I then manage to tie on a lure clip and everything holds. I wander off across some very slippery rocks, and yes, I was convinced my luck was so badly off that I was as good as crawling across them because I fully expected it to be that kind of morning when I tripped and broke my neck.

I clipped on one of those small TT Shads rigged weedless, which I then went and snagged on a thick bit of kelp out in front of me. Mightily gingerly I waded out to free the lure up, whilst of course making sure that Mark wasn’t looking over as I fully expected to step right in a great big hole and fill my waders up - but somehow I didn’t, and I got the lure back as well, albeit with not a sniff of a fish for my efforts. We fish on but without any real signs of bass, save for a single fish having a couple of slashes at my surface lure. I can’t pretend I felt a huge amount of confidence on this spot, but if you don’t try a few different things when open coast conditions are tough, how are you ever going to find stuff out?

One last cast I tell myself, and I do one of those quick flicks kind of cast with my Skimmer, only to hear that horrible sound when a wind-knot bunches up and flies through the rings. My second sodding wind knot with braid that never wind-knots on me, and I have absolutely decided that it was one of these sessions for me when it’s just not going to come together!! I reckon the bass that slashed at my surface lure could have gone and impaled itself and I would most likely have missed it because I was fishing like such a tit. I pack up by winding the wind-knot back through the guides (as with the other one, not a bloody hope of getting this one out) to sort out back at home. Oh, and on the drive back we choose to ignore the “Road Closed” signs and see what’s up, only to find that there are no bloody roadworks anyway!! Here’s to hoping that my skill levels over in Ireland next week are at least a little better……