A lesson in futility

Friday the plan was to hit the back after a Pollock which I know are there, but being billy no mates couldn't find anyone to go with, and not fancying the climb down on my own I ended up at the East-Wight. Two venues that normally produce plenty of bass and flounder this time of year. Four and a half hours at the first venue followed by five at the second resulted in not even a nibble.
Undaunted by the lack of success Saturday found me at the other end of the Island, freshwater bay, looking for a Bass or Pollock.
After four hours I get a little nibble on whole squid and actually managed to land a fish, this rockling



Well it was a start, unfortunately it was the end also, at silly o'clock in the morning I packed up without any further bites.

Monday after doing a mornings work I was down the Duver, a well known Flounder mark, by 12.30, conditions looked perfect.



Well after 5 hours and again not even a nibble I called it a session.

Tuesday and yet another go for the Flounder, this time the mud flats up the river, another good spot for them.



Four hours later same result, nothing even the crabs weren't feeding.

So after 27 hours watching my rod tips they moved once and resulted in a slug.
There's no fish left round the Island, I give up.
Or there again