After buying a few bits and some new line even though I swore I wouldn't spend anything (super fine braid, feels like I'm trying to fish with button thread) , I headed down to Elphinstone. After faffing about loading up my reel with the new braid, I started having a bash on the water.
I managed a small smelt, then a really fat one, both on a Isome rag worm in red.
Another one for the species list :-)

Then nothing for ages. I tried an ecogear white pintail, but no joy, and I began to get cold.
As it got dark, I though Id try and be a smart arse, and change to a black pintail for the Pollock. After lots of jiggling, dropping and bouncing, I gave up and just watched the boats, only to have a small Pollock hook itself. Typical.
Ive come away both a little despondent that I didn't catch more, but then again happy that I didn't blank, and maybe I'm beginning to find my feet with this style. Well, when I say 'find my feet', I mean not suck quite as much as I did.
I'm trying to do everything on this style that I'm being told and read, but its not quite coming together as it should yet.
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