The Mullet fish-in was more like the Mullet fish-less. Several members of the Mullet Club descended on the Southern Welsh coast but the fish obviously saw us coming.
We started off under a salubrious graffiti ridden road bridge in the shadow of the Liberty stadium.
Andy on the left, Phil to the right and it was Andy who landed the first and only fish of the whole day, a decent 3lb fish.
I toiled hard but could not even muster a bite. As the tide ebbed the reason for my lost tackle became apparent, the local Morrisons need look no further for their lost trollies!
I counted six of them in my swim and those were just the ones I could see, there was probably more, the joys of urban angling!
We tried the city centre with the same result, fishless, not easy these Mullet!!
A few days later and back on home turf I managed a lot more fish rolling meat around.
Chub and Barbel all fell for the tactic.
Including this chunky 9lb 5oz specimen.
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