Catching some jack therapy

The water's flat calm as the bait trundles off, towing the big sea float along the reeds behind it.  As I flick the line behind it, it disappears in a swirl.

Nothing like catching one first chuck. And it turns out they were on today too, after a fashion. Four or five jacks might not be much to write home about, but it's therapy to get a few runs and land some fish for a change.

I wonder if they were all males, staking out their territories at the entrance to a bay. I know it's a bit early for this, but it's incredibly mild again today, with temperatures into double figures and a warm westerly for the time of year.

On impulse, I pull a couple of leger rods out of the car and blast a couple of big popped-up deads out, to see if there's anything bigger out there. No joy on this score, but it's still a lovely day to be out. And it's amazing how going out and catching a few makes up for the last few blanks.

+++This is it for me, fishing-wise, until after Christmas. So if I don't catch up with you before, have a good one. It'll certainly be interesting to see if things pick up in the New Year, having spoken to a couple of other guys who are also having a dreadful season today.