And yet another tonight. This one took a “polar fly” on the third cast of the evening. The fish took the fly, I struck and he was on. It then shot out of the river, up in the air and landed on the bank. I walked over to pick it up and it flipped its way back in the water and shot off. Luckily I was still holding the rod and managed to play it back to the net after about 5 mins and here is the very fish.  You just never know what is going to happen when you hook a Grey Mullet but a scrap is almost certainly on the cards.

A nice three pounder