DAWN PATROL
SOME PEOPLE DREAD GROWING OLDER. There are days when I wish my knees and back were less creaky but retirement means I can fish whenever I want. My favourite time for an outing is a couple of hours before first light. That’s when nobody with any sense is out and about, my spots are quiet.
Early mornings in October and November are the best, the holiday surfers attracted to my home turf in Mount’s Bay, Cornwall, have gone home and the better bass have taken their place. What follows is an insight into one of my fishing weeks as a full-time angling bum.
SUNDAY
The forecast had nine degrees, a light southerly breeze to 15 mph, and high water was to be right around the time of first light. The tides were on the small side, but increasing through the week. I don’t enjoy driving, I went down to a little run of shallow coves less than a mile from the house, arriving on the mark at five o’clock in the morning.
That gave me about two hours of fishing before dawn, enough to work up an appetite for breakfast As I arrived I thought I could hear slurping noises very close to the shore. Not unusual, the predators in this bit of water often feed just a couple of
