The essence of a truly wild sporting challenge is to engage in the pursuit of your chosen quarry, whether fur, feather or fin, when the odds are stacked in favour of the prey. You have to be blessed with a degree of luck in order to triumph. It was with this ethos in mind that I decided to head out for a late-season attempt to catch bass on the fly, at one of my favourite spots off Pen Llŷn, Anglesey.
The forecast for my morning wasn’t the best, and recent autumnal squalls meant that my usual marks on the south-facing coast were unfishable. With a gentle southerly breeze predicted for Saturday morning, I’d have to find a mark on the north-facing coast in order to cast a fly into calm, clear water where the bass might be feeding. I headed due west to Porthdinllaen, a shallow, sandy-bottomed bay where a rocky promontory stretches
