There are few greater sights in sea fishing: The water erupted in front of us. The still film shattering with thousands of panicked prey, followed by hundreds of pursuing predators. Summer had truly arrived and the blood thumped with vigour through our veins, as every cast was met with a huge hit on our lures. Little did we know what we were going to experience when we stepped out that evening, but it turned out to be one of my most exciting sessions in years.
The grubby dock of Millbay, in my hometown of Plymouth, was my intended mark for the evening. This would be a post work hunt with my Big Lerf partner in crime, Rich Salter. Millbay, despite continued gentrification, still struggles to be called a beauty spot. To highlight this juxtaposition, to our right, million-pound yachts sat to be tested and completed before they made their way to their owners in the Mediterranean, while behind us they were looked on enviously by those who had spent their last few quid
